A/N: Hey, everyone. This may seem new to you; well, it is! I was going through my poetry book tonight and realized that this poem would make the perfect prologue to my archive. It actually isn't mine; it was written by my own hikari, who is, in fact, a person, unlike all the other spiritual muses everyone has around here, no offense to any of mentioned spirits. But, thought I'd post something, even if I don't seem to be getting much response. What the hell, here it is; one of my absolute favorite poems of all time and the personal starting entry into my own journal:

Psyche

These words are windows to my soul,

Who I am when I am whole.

I'm scared to share, but I know the need,

So if you dare, my friend, proceed.

These words are me, and not a mask;

To show my soul, my one true task.

But only those who search indeed,

Will be anything but treed,

By the tangled web of words I weave;

Enter now, I give you leave.

But beware: the truth may burn,

So be wary what you choose to learn.

R&R, please! Although, I highly doubt anyone will, but if I get even one review this time, I promise I'll update!