By Mac Guerreiro
Find me at the core,
The places surrounded by folklore,
Find me in the moon,
From her fullest to the new,
Find me when you’re not looking,
For you won’t otherwise,
When you look too closely you’ll fall for my disguise,
The one eye’ve been forced to forge,
As to hide from those seeking to harm,
Those whom cannot love without leaving scars,
Hidden in plain sight,
If you see me outright,
Eye’ll gift you with ancient insight.
Mystical Mac 