Mixing Measures

Walls were built to protect

Though the monsters still invade

Masks hide the truth as prettier

The monsters are entranced by the pretty

They only see the dazzling colors and glorious brilliance

It hides the precious things that they love to consume

The things that I need to hide

Or needed to hide.

The precious are out now.

They dazzle so

They would make the monsters blind with brilliance

The monsters no longer reside here

They are gone

And I made them leave