Nota Advena

Appearances say all is as it was. Truth begs to differ.

Thy name be known.

Thy face oft seen.

Yet I ask who art thou?

Thy voice exact

In tone and flair.

Still I ask who art thou?

I speak thy name,

Thou answers true.

But thrice, pray, who art thou?

Requests once honoured

Now rebuffed.

Gifts once cherished

Now worth naught.

Care once welcome

Now a strain.

Thou dost not echo

The form you wear.

Blind thou art

To those who see.

Deaf thou art

To those who hear.

Senses be abandoned

Lest the prized one calleth.

Thy name be known.

Thy face oft seen.

Yet I ask who art thou?

Thou appear untouched

But change claims thee.

Must I ask

Who art thou?