It was after Guitar class, third block, when I found myself a mystery
Looking through a place where one shouldn't be allowed to see.
It stared at me long and hard and never blinked a once,
So I took this chance to look back,
To catch one glance. And I did,
Fleetingly, I saw, it run across my vision.
White brick lay red brick, but not red of its own kilning,
And the sunset's orange cast a light at the mid of day to sky
That should have struck my blind from something
Akin to beauty but not.
Voices of others filled the hall, and I looked away
From my mystery.
They won't dare look where I have, and it won't care to see them.
Let's hope this ignorance does not bring forth
The cowardly thing that I glanced. Mystery, I called it,
But I fear a better name.
Let the fire consume you.