The Silver Masque - 2nd Fragment

I am an exile, 
        and I am blind. 

I am never to know my face,
        but I shall in time know these masks I shape. 

I am an exile, 
        and these masks will not make me whole. 

I am blind, 
        but these masks will not grant me sight.


I shall know them,
        with nurture they will grow;
                through them
I shall make my mark on this world of visage forsaken.

This farce will soon be over, 
    but the masque has only just begun.