on all hallow's eve

i can finally show the world who i am

not that any will believe

 

they think i am something

only found in literature and ancient mythology,

but they don't know the myths of me or their truths;

 

i am a damphyr

not quite human and not entirely beast

something that is a shade lingering between the pair—

 

my father was a monster and my mother wasn't,

and so i am here carrying the weight

of both humanity and monsters;

 

some believe only what their eyes can show them

but i know there are shades between

and there are things the heart knows which eyes cannot decipher—

 

not everything is black and white

there are many hues beyond and between

in this universe not everything is what it seems.

-linda m. crate 

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