Thief of words

Lord Noctem, sat down with me.
And told me, "What do you see?"
For once I did not just look to his eyes,
I looked past his being, past just lies.
My empathy spreading through his being,
Not sure of what I was seeing.

"Do you really want to know?"
I questioned, not sure where to go.
He seemed to smile at my unease,
"Will you just tell me please?"
I searched and I found my answer,
Yet with one answer, it seemed to spread like cancer.

"What I see in you, is a bitter reminder
That this world, is steadily growing blinder.
Children will know you, but adults see not
They call you a freak, because they don't understand your lot.
You search to bring knowledge, just to those who ask
Yet, with each answer you bring, you still wear a mask."

"I can dig into you, until I find no more
But before that happens, my mind will grow sore.
For with each thing, a mystery spings anew
You are much different, because you mean everything you do."
I leaned forward to gather more from him,
But just these words, were the surface trim.

So much passion, fire and darkness held in one form.
I would compare him to a dangerous storm.
Strong, defiant rather the leader he is
If he wants it, he'll make it his.
With cold precision, he makes humans fear
Yet not one person can recall him shedding a tear.

"Do you have anything else you'd like to add?"
He held up his hand, like nothing was so bad.
I found my words running for a loss,
Nothing to add, except I was cross.
I shook my head, knowing my words gone
He stole from me what was considered my dawn.

I put my head down knowing that he could have it all,
My lips laying silent, no words from them would fall.
"I am much more than just a bitter reminder, friend
I don't believe you'll understand this, until you reach your end.
There is more to my life, than just what I stand for
But, I will not keep going with this, anymore."

So, I watched him leave the thief who stole my passion,
Whatever he would do with it, that was up to his fashion.