Begone were those faces
Through the tide of times,
But all left, with little traces
Though it was no crime.
Was there a time
When no face was strange,
But I wasn't game
To accept the reality I hate.
Reality? None stood right,
Everyone bipartite.
All they were, were-
FALSE FACES.
Beautiful faces, worthless faces-
All kinds of faces,
But all a bilge, corrupt
By a filthy drop of greed.
But all this, to sustain
A uniqoe balance between
Good and Evil.
But....Is the balance being kept?
There in the mist, rose a shadow;
A shadow that floated over the meadow.
Soon the mist faded, but not the shadow,
But clearer it got with a sparkle that follow.
The shadow too faded, but appeared a figure instead,
A figure so serene; Is serene the right word to use?I wonder.
A lady was it, or an angel,
But I knew it was her.
The smile that rose caught my leer,
A twinkle from her eyes blinded me to the near.
All that I remember now is just the swarthy face,
With a charm that made me race.
Soon I woke up, from a dangling dream.
All I could do now was a happy scream.
But am I ready now-
To tell her the magic words.