Masks of the Season

She took a photo of flowers She did not see the demon hiding there. He read the letters in the spaces between the words, Said it "Cald," or "Child?" He sees the spaces between the objects The art written in the negative spaces of reality. Why were souls easier to recognize than faces? How did such realities mask themselves, Obscure to most Occident, twilight Formless wraiths in reality's horizon? What phantom cockatrice feline Slinks through the flowers? And why did they call him friend?