
I go by Lor Weaver the Grey.
My aura is of silver moonlight.
Though I have no troubles with my Vision
I don't let Color change my Sight.
I am far from an average person,
Uncertain where center is in this regard.
I have lived an unconventional life,
As could be said of any bard.
I'm barbaric in appearance
Walking barefoot through my yard.
Jaw dropping disbelief spread through close faces
Which made coming out as bisexual hard.
I practice simple storytelling magick
And that's about all that's on my card.
I'm an artist that works hardest when I'm totally at peace
Floating like a boat on blue waters, flowing without cease.
Uninterested in being someone else's chess piece
Growing through life with some healthy elbow grease
And I'm Proud to perform feats that would make your forehead crease.
Admittedly when it comes to style, I'm not the best
But I hope that I at least rank in your contest.
Thank you for reading, from the sanguine reaches of my chest.
About the Creator
Lor Weaver
Fluid magicks in lyrical form.
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