No, he is more than that, by far.
Dark and murky is this man's past,
His knowledge, used for good at last.
Then maybe, you could understand.
Why now he aids in his own way,
To rid us of demons, day after day.
His feelings, behind, left on the shelf.
He'd give his life, the Slayer to save,
Yet to look, you'd not call him, brave.
His darkness, sometimes threatens to devour.
Drawn on and harnessed, it will be as it should,
This side, left alone, it's for your own good.
Look a little deeper, than maybe you can.
Maybe then, you would see, the gleam in his eye,
No longer your question, a watcher, man, why?
More powerful than many, a warriors might.
Encased in this body, so kind and serene,
For this man is Giles, the best watcher that's been!
