What is hidden, that is known to be
What is lovely, a vulgarity
Friendship, Suffering, Truth, fiction
Found, Unfound
-What is there to see-
Drops the curtain, roses-high
To be the sun in a blackened sky
The light, that out-shines lies
An artisan of hope, small braveries
And of beauty-places,
Where precious smiles dance on faces,
Keeper of the hidden things
-Veiled, unveiled-
Where is the sun in a blackened sky?
There is no light, to shine on lies
The ‘artisans of hope’, facsimiles;
Dread wardens walk the darkened miles,
Precious shadows masquerade as smiles
light amongst the hidden things
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
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