Five turrets guard my outer wall, <br />Defining that which makes me whole, <br />Illusion, Love, Faith, Truth, and Self, <br />The guardians that guide my soul, <br /> <br />An open palm to shield and wave, <br />Presenting me to foe and friend, <br />A hand of shadows from the void, <br />That speaks these verses that I send, <br /> <br />The pentagram encased within, <br />My mark of anonymity, <br />The emblem of my chosen name, <br />A symbol of my destiny.<br /><br />Arik Fletcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ab-origine/
