Invisible

We walk the halls of your society.

We are invisible.

Your tales and your lore
ring loud off the walls.

It really is quite beautiful.

We'd eat with you,
but you wouldn't see us.
We'd talk with you,
but you'd stop your ears. (ctrl-Z. --Ed.)
We'd walk with you,
but our paths would diverge.

So we continue,
shadows in your culture.
the Noninitiate,
the crass, or profane--
spidering your walls,
occasionally whispering our secrets
    to those who might listen.

Someday you'll see:
your legends will hallow us.
Our steps in the sand
cast bronze for posterity.

For now, though, we'll crouch,
shadowed,
between flagons and ballads,
prodding and poking,
hoping for someone
to smile
to know that we're here.