The ghost of an old terror solidified and whacked me upside the face today. I didn't specifically write this with any of the FK characters in mind, but I'm sure ties can be made somehow. Wrote it more to center myself. If you like, fine; if not, please just quietly delete.

Fear
It invades my mind
and does make itself at home within.
Not like the serpent or brute tiger,
Or soft, December snowfall.
Not like any of the usual
Images used by poet or priest.
But like the summer's heat
On a cloudless day,
It is simply there...
Stifling.

Faith
And goodwilled wishes
Shine from your eyes like beacons of light
that would save me from Life's cruel shoals.
Can you see beyond the mask?
Delve behind my ancient defenses?
I want to act so as to please you
---or, least not to harm you.
But I am terrified.
If you knew the truth?
It would give only
Sorrow.

Truth.
You wish me freed from
This mask I wear like a second skin:
To release the soul of who I am.
But I won't harm with the truth,
No matter your earnestly voiced pleas.
For what good can come of such knowledge?
And how could it be shared?
For my fear is founded,
On delicate lace.
My Love.