The world finds in your eyes

A star studded night

But I see the dark

A deceptive shroud so skilled

Hiding simmering embers

Of hatred

Of hypocrisy

Of hostility

Peeping through the holes

They've singed

The cunning fairy blanket

May enchant a few

But I have been burnt!

So forgive me

For being wary of you.

© Manic Sylph 2016