New Man
He once wore the mask of the reskin tride,
An orphan set to drale.
Where once was shame, and farn, and guilt,
Now is but a tale.
A man too sold on a life unlived,
In search of fairer fay.
For by the stone, and warf, and will,
He arrives anew to-day.
©2011, R. Erin Lenth
Copyright © R. Erin Lenth | Year Posted 2011
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