Skins With Black Souls         I stand before you,        Yet you won't let me in. You seem to believe there are no         Souls with black skins.            I walk among you,      And you stay away in fear,     Do you believe there are no         Hearts with white hair?           You watch us hunt,           And kill us on sight.        Are we mindless beasts,    Animals that prowl the night?          I stand to greet you,    Yet none will grasp my hand,             Do you believe?         Does anyone believe?          That the Drow are,          As worthy as man?