You can try to hide yourself in white.
I still see the black of your soul inside.
Cloak yourself in grand titles for others to follow.
I know by your actions your words fall hollow.
Even if you speak kind words in whispers alone.
I pick up the real meaning just by the undertone.
I see what you truly are by gift the of light.
By the lore and power of my second sight.
Author notes
A semi role players poem that I wrote after getting to know a few individuals who did not role play.
