ISTP "The Silent Solver"

With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand,

A silent soul, with secrets close at hand.

They wield their logic, a most keenest blade,

Dissecting problems, truth they seek, unafraid.

The world's a puzzle, gears and wires to mend,

A broken clockwork they can comprehend.

With hands that craft, and minds that find the flaw,

They mend the imperfect, make the whole from raw.

Though words are measured, actions speak so loud,

A quiet strength within them, ever proud.

They face the storm with calm and steady stride,

In solitude they find their peace inside.

Beneath the surface, fires banked and deep,

A wellspring of emotion they do keep.

For loyalty's a flame that burns so bright,

In ISTP's heart, a loyal, noble knight.