Rory-

Rory,
Hair wild and springy
Just as the movements you make.
Your face sharp
As the thought you hide in your head.
A truth most will never know.
hidden just as the torture
your body was put through.
Scars on your back
Shine like the tears hiding in your eyes.
Hard working hands cope with
Te rough exterior you put out to many
Whose trust is not valuable
For you to save in your heart.
Rory many may label you
As trouble, angry and sarcastic.
But I see you for
Your cannibalized soul
Fed upon by the uncivilized and crude
Around you.
A point of view not considered by most
That paradigm sift
That makes all the difference.
But to me Rory
You will always be,
The benevolent blue-blood
You were born to be.
To me you are always
My kind and eloquent
Roderick.