The Child
by Sheye Blaze
Who shall know who the child is?
Or why she has his eyes.
When will she be?
The child has the eyes,
And when the ice is a cover, I see her, the mist enfolds,
I know the likes of she.
fI know the deepest secrets,
and yet, nothng.
Might I know if I were to see her kind or feel her heart, beat so
close to mine?
Shall I know if I am of her kind?
1/2 good. 1/2 bad.
The child practices both sides of the magic.
Tell me now.
A vision let be, who is she?
