"Be True. Be Yourself, First. Then You can help others." The words fell from her lips again As she began to work instead of play Another Friday night she spent With needles and with hooks Trying hard to "Be True." Wonder Her mind wandered Back, a trio of years To when she'd have been out Friday, One half of a duo of "being true." Her hands a blur, her eyes one too, she could not stand to think And so she must Wonder: That night, three years ago: She fed her fish and left to meet Dorisha by the lake Once she was sure she was the last awake. If she had stopped again to check... she was so sure she should... But she was late that night. Before, She was alone At night with Dorisha They swam beneath the moon that night No Clothes. That was the dare they gave themselves. Of course they were found out that night. It seemed like yesterday. They'd been so mad, Before. Sorrow A waterfall which fed into a lake. Dorisha had been reassigned. Ysvelten never left her tools askew, and so it was Dorisha's fault. She'd work the capitol... ...*Two* years of great Sorrow. Be True: Her mind wandered, She fed her fish and left. They swam beneath the moon that night, Ysvelten never left her tools askew. Of course they were found out that night. She was so sure she should. And so she must Be True.