The altruist

Descending into depressive shadows,
Reeking of ignored, forsaken gloom;
He moves among the forgotten, incognito,
As one of their own in that festering room.

A stranger, so familiar, to them, outcasts,
He offers solace of warmth, love,
That stem from personal hurt and betrayal;
Transcending pain to something nobler above.

In shadows, he works, nameless,
Recognition is not for him;
The silent moon, his only witness,
The stars shine down upon him.