Oh my shield,

A secret hides.

The mask in the mirror,

Isn’t my image.

Just a shadow,

A veneer so thin,

The fogs seeping in.

Onto my mask’s

Deepest sockets.

Oozy false lashes,

And salty they burn

Scaly wrappings,

Grotesquely etched.

So camouflage remains.

A ceremonial face,

Oversees my disguise.

Soaring aloft,

Over oceans and skies.

A star traveler,

Old and wise.

And Who am I,

Alien eyes.

Ivor Steven.