ISTP "The True Virtuoso"

With keenest eye the world I do dissect,

A craftsman's mind, with logic's hand I wield,

Though doubts may linger, whispers I suspect,

A loyal heart, in trusted friends revealed.

I crave the thrill, the novel and the new,

Yet seek the strength of systems tried and true.

A paradox, in shades of shadowed blue,

I walk the line 'tween steadfast and askew.

With quiet hand, I mend what's worn and torn,

Unravel mysteries with reason's scorn.

Though fear may grip, a greater strength is born,

For in this dance, both loyalty and joy are sworn.

Thus do I stand, a fortress built of steel,

Where logic's might and playful spirit kneel.