[A/N: companion poem to "The Crow, The Moth"]
{disguise, disgust}
impartial in reign
oblivious to scales reflecting spectrums
{others- shame-filled, cast out}
a good life in a mediocre light
beauty is never personal,
its the publics eye that looms
{unwavering, unblinking; a stony judge}
its the butterfly
passing through the thin ray of light with ease
{how would it be
to see life through a beautiful lens?}
it flutters past
nonchalant to the surrounding void
(of loose lost feathers
and old extinguished flames)
even in sentiment
{they will surpass us, the doomed}
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NEW HEARTS & COLD SEAS
Poetrywhen they seek you out because they know they can, because they know they can get away with it - anonymity is your friend.
