INTJ "The Loner Investigator"

With mind most keen, a strategist profound,

INTJ's soul, in reason's web is bound.

A thirst for knowledge, ever burns within,

To pierce the veil, where truths unseen begin.

Like Hamlet's ghost, they ponder life's grand stage,

Where fleeting scenes, unfold from age to age.

A stoic mask, conceals a heart of fire,

That yearns for depths, where passions may transpire.

The lonesome owl, their kindred spirit seems,

In solitude, they weave their complex schemes.

With introspective gaze, they probe the night,

For wisdom's spark, to bring forth hidden light.

A loyal friend, though friendship's path be slow,

Their measured words, like seeds of kindness sow.

A fortress built, of logic's iron wall,

Yet yearning deep, for love's ethereal call.

Like winter's frost, their thoughts may seem severe,

But hidden warmth, within their hearts appear.

For INTJ's soul, though cloaked in stoic guise,

Holds depths of feeling, for the truly wise.