hypocritepoet

some masks are not a choice.

Absence became Its own power.

It dwelt unseen.

Not beneath a dark lord's polished shield,

A fell face lurked behind a disposition

As bright and terrible As the day.

Aglow with sparkling eyes And a brilliant smile.

There hides the creature within.

A villain who would lay innocence low

If it meant he could never lose what was held.

Again.

Fish