With horned brow and pointed ears
That's in my mirror? "Fairest of Them All"
Is a cold comfort to me
In dreams not my own. Bad-Touched By Vorlons
We try to rebuild our lives
And, quite often, fail.
abuse victim, you managed
to escape? Enjoy madness. "Go to hell, you dick!"
Oh, stupid pledges, I guess I'll
talk to a Sin-Eater... Flight from durance vile.
Mark'd by time, no more myself.
Who am I and what?
True within and false without.
Which of us is Fetch? Captive was I then.
Captive still to memory.
Freedom's kindness sought. Fourfoot Beast no more.
No more lost in wolf's dark shape.
Still I hunt in dreams.