Recluse (acrostic)
Reticent in his rumination:
Excalibur sometimes sheathed in stone.
Candelabras in castles of his imagination
Likens not to bloom to vain applause
Uninvited eyes of guillotine judgements
Sensitive as he is to compliment guffaws
Eeks out existence, collecting curiosity & moss...
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