With my 3rd eye
A bardic elegy inspired by a Daggerheart character backstory
I see villainy in their hearts,
the way they gawk and stare;
cast me as gruesome or grotesque,
so they don’t have to care.
I see hatred as their catalyst;
I see harm as their fuel;
I see loneliness as licks of flame
and pitchforks as their tool.
They can cast aspersions all they like,
treat me as a virus
But they’ll be forced to see their truth
reflected in my iris.