One world I walked with practiced steps.
One world. One self. Once familiar.
My place known. My face shown to all.
Through shaded view of tainted sight
Time does pass. Day and night do cycle.
Endlessly turning the wheels that tighten.
Unknown to be. The other. The distant.
Cloaked in quiet discomfort of routine.
Simply sampling the days with moments
Rescued by words both familiar and not.
To rise. To fall. With a painted smile
But for one that makes it most true.
Granted respite arrived. Heaven sent.
The devil’s gaze broken and held fast.
Wrapped in wings of feathers dark
That fall to trace along that face.
So dark those orbs beaming brightly,
That reflect me in those angel eyes.