Reflection Of The World

The Mask

I wear the mask shrouded in the shadows beyond the crackling light

guising the true nature of my spirit ,grotesque in physical appearance it'd seem in spite

sly as a fox the portrayal of the hunted remains in favor of the hunter

despite the warmth of my heart some would only see the winter

fettered in rose thorns the beauty of my own words restrain me tight

I wear the mask.
Doused in fire the flames of my words touch even the faulty of hearts