You are among the quiet, a watchful defender.
With a supernatural eloquence,
and a smile that betrays your pessimistic outlook,
you tame fear, indecision, worry, hate.
Whatever you decide plagues your followers humanity the most.
You glow a subtle violet, on a background of unassuming beige and silver.
Only those who look can see the benevolence you possess, the miracles you perform,
the light that fights the dark, so present within and around you, and yet so unnoticed.
Those who look to see, who focus too hard, cannot look away,
as if they have been caught in your gravity,
become just another addition to your universe.
You are not an angel, nor a savior, and will scoff if referred to as either.
You are merely, one of the quiet.
Admired by many.
Loved by some.
But truly known by few.