Kalem Arton!

Hair of black, eyes of red;
what thoughts are running through his head;
are they good or are they bad;
is he happy or is he sad;
black is the color that he wears;
is there anyone who cares;
what kind of guy is he;
behind this mask that you see;
is he a man of mystery;
or is he part of history;
joints turning like gears;
as he reaches twenty years!

This poem describes a char I made!