Never to surface for kith nor kin.
The hate is there it's power strong,
To a secret hiding place it goes.
Never to be uncloked again,
A place where no one will ever know.
What would it be should it resurface,
Would it be hate turned inside out.
This monster growing ever blacker,
Would it show the world what hates about.
copywrite © 1997 By Sheila Lynn