In a city cloaked in twilight's gleam,
Lived Marty Freeman, or so it seemed,
With eyes that darted, sharp and keen,
A shadow in a world unseen.
Blunt words he wielded like a knife,
Cutting through pretense, stirring strife,
His gaze, a riddle, deep and wide,
In every glance, a storm did hide.
Confrontation was his favored sport,
In arguments, he'd never court,
Yet laughter slipped through cracks so slight,
In biting jests, he'd bring delight.
Marty's world was tinged with dread,
Paranoia danced in his head,
In every whisper, glance, and sound,
A lurking threat could still be found.
He walked the line of dark and light,
With humor bright and doubts in flight,
His charm was veiled in mystery's shroud,
A puzzle in the midst of crowds.
Yet though he puzzled, scowled, and feared,
A curious warmth was always near,
For in the cracks of wary eyes,
Lay the heart of a world-wary guy.
