Does it shine?
Thine soul that is,
Is it blind, in rewind to remorse, anger and craftiness?
Doth it provoke?
For the devil can do that to!
Art thou up in smoke, riding the cool waves pool!
Dragged down, soaked and heavy!
A glamour shimmers with no error.
For none are fairer.....
Its true self shows when the crowd has dissapeared!!!