Saviour

A lucious blanket of shimmering snow,
atop the cliffs he stands and stares.
Just him alone he glares at those who do not know,
they pass their short lifes not knowing their fate.
This stranger is the one who knows their demise,
countless times over a thousand years he has risked his own to save them less fortunate.
The blood that runs inside his veins is far from human ,
and from this alone he knows he must remian in solitude.
For all he has ever felt is loneliness despite the good he continualy does.
If only they knew he was their saviour,
They would not frown upon him , but embrace him for the God that he is.