Unveil it not <br />I ask <br />the mask <br />is so tattered <br />even mirror <br />see's me not <br /> <br />Body bound with in <br />doth cloth lay torn <br />by jackals unworthy <br />is wolf but for truth <br />the wolf see's <br /> <br />Not ravaged by hunger <br />but the evil of other <br />shifters of shapes <br />made not for heavens <br />young souls to leaven <br />the gift <br />to give <br />the gift <br />to see <br /> <br />Help the young one's <br />for I still believe<br /><br />Uloia Norris Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/torn-ripped-this-tattered-cloth-write-the-queen-of-pain/
