Masks slip, faces seen <br />reveals a little of what's been. <br />Keys fit, gates swing <br />melodies of old sing. <br />Chase fate, catch dreams <br />illusions never are what seems. <br />deception cracks, pathways clear <br />turn the corner, dwindling fear. <br />Lion's heart, sword make known <br />the seeds of knowledge have been sown.<br /><br />Alice Anne Gordon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-verse-3/
