The mask I wear, that shimmers in silver,
Has saved my life a thousand times over.
The cold living metal that bits my cheeks
Has protected me from the cutting winds.
Bright blue paint laced the edges of my eyes,
Pure white lace shown like a confined flame.
They kept the sinners from harming me
A gate that locked my weaknesses away.
Dancing about the metal frame, they wound
Creating the bars of the intricate doors
That held me safe, held me captive.
A clown that I hid behind; a scared child
Who only sees the brilliant light of day
When their words resound like a melody
Through the hearts of men.