Unveil it not
I ask
the mask
is so tattered
even mirror
see's me not

Body bound with in
doth cloth lay torn
by jackals unworthy
is wolf but for truth
the wolf see's

Not ravaged by hunger
but the evil of other
shifters of shapes
made not for heavens
young souls to leaven
the gift
to give
the gift
to see

Help the young one's
for I still believe

Uloia Norris Moore

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