” A Hidden Heart Provides No Comfort.
A pure soul spent in contemplation,
feeds no hungry and heals no sick.
Helping others is our only redemption.”
He wore hatred like a camouflage
In this world so full of tormented souls,
to blend in and hide his heretic heart,
from those devoutly damned dark trolls.
To survive he wrapped his cloak around him
And hid deep inside, his compassionate core.
So no one knew his kind, warm nature,
Another callous creature was all they saw.
With no one to go to, no one to care,
thus, mankind was doomed asunder.
A civilisation once dwelt there
Now no one can recall that wonder.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 31/January/2019