Capture these secret moments,
Within oiled hues.
Secrets most terrible,
Stumbled upon by young eyes.
Never to be forgotten,
Beyond numbered years.
Like a lighthouse to a rocky shore,
These features burn out a warning.
But only for those who have eyes to see,
And a mind imprinted by hidden scars.
Heed this warning,
Flee before it’s face.
-M.E. InkOwl
The Ink Owl 