THEE

"Where have you been?" Asks the foreign one. 

*Silence*

"There are scales in your eyes.  Do they not cause you much pain and grief?"

"They do," said the gentile.

"Would you have me take a look?"

"Many have done so and know no cure.  I am tired, let me sleep."

"It is only noon-day."

"Yes, but it is always night-tide for me.  I see not, yet can feel the shades of gloom."

"You have never known light?"

"No."

"Verily I say to you, I AM THEE."

And a good wind came rushing by. 

"...May I?"

"Stand up and spit out that dirt."

*Pfffttt*  "...Hold me..."

And the scales fell from his eyes like lead feathers.

"You are no longer a slave to the evil one."