The Mask

Trying to tell who is behind the mask
Simply by looking into the eyes that cast

Don Diego wraps a black scarf with cutout holes
When he leaves his mark, it’s with a Z for Zorro

He rides a stallion, under a white Stetson hat
Hi Ho Silver and away after a good deed done that day

Another is rooted, in a forest green, his arrow, truer never seen
An outlaw takes from the rich so others in need can feed

A pair, called the Dynamic Duo
A bat and a robin, protecting the streets of Gotham

One, the son of Kalel, came from the planet krypton
His mask, dressed as a mild mannered human

Beneath the mask, the identity is civilized
Witness to the rights of those victimised

Created a look, it gives hope of strength and courage
To battle the scourge of evils rampage

The Mask is used to confuse, good against bad
To decieve, believing, unknowing we’ve been had

We buy up the trinkets, stitched with symbols
Marching along to the victors spoils

While evil in the streets surges on
Building a fortune for the cinematic echelon

Crime does not pay, so said The Shadow
A vigilante, another masked hero who knows

I too, dare to wear, a mask to conceal
Stories in poetry as if it were real

Padded leather with soaring tips
The mask of Blackbird inspires scripts

Tales of ecstasy, groins soaking wet
A Dom with a mask on, who whips his little slave pet

Runaway, lost on the streets
Out on his own, his mask brings a peace

Jungle book animals wearing camouflage
Their mask creates a visual mirage

Look in the mirror and picture a vision
ones own hero, maybe, now risen


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