He cometh.
Usually dressed in black,
and smiling.
That smile:
it can only be smiled by him.
His air of confidence makes him seem invunerable
to the world.
He radiates coolness,
yet he is beyond cool.
He is cold,
and then he is colder than that.
He is the iceman.
Not one to be a sweetheart,
he often possesses words which sting
with the sharpness of how cold they are.
But
he never fails to charm.
He radiates charisma.
yet he is more than simply charismatic.
He is charming defined,
yet he is even more charming than that.
He sends me a delightful chill
with his increasingly sardonic attitude.
This attitude makes him.
He is the iceman.
Cool.
Smooth.
Despite the fact that they are often used to describe him,
these words fail to serve as an appropriate description.
They don't convey how the iceman's brisk air serves as an invigirating fresh breath.
He is not cool.
He is not smooth.
He is cooler.
He is smoother.
He is the iceman.