29 January 2013
Picture this: He's in a mask, His eyes are all you'll see.
A flash, A shift of shadows gone, He could be you or me.
Except he's not, His eyes hold all, The good, the bad, the truth.
He'll take it all, Or stay until, He gets it nail and tooth.
His mask's a veil, His features hide, Beneath the black webbed cloth.
Bright as candles, Dark as dusk, And drawn to light as moths.
Anonymous. • Opuss № I