Completion

Upon the form rests a mantle
A mantle of lithe form and grace
Shifting, shimmering, coalescing
A thick fog and mist
Cloudy and distillate

Of many forms, of many shapes
It traverses the core
And utters strange words
Pulling and prodding
And yet the same
Attacker and Defender

Portal to another Realm
Gateway to another World
It floats unwary
And everready

Familiar, yet new
A guide and master
A slave within
A form in one
And many split

Perhaps to See
Perhaps to View
But only few will
And fewer still understand

To find a Seer
One of Knowledge
And the Sight to See It
The inner and outer
And know at once

It is what is needed

To be complete