Masquerade
a Kit Lupin production
I . Facade
It taunts me
I hate it
Those glowing eyes
Those stained horns
Those ropy tentacles
It is alien
I strike out
It falls down
l strike again
Silently it quivers
l am disgusted
l tell myself
"It's not alive"
"Just a mask"
"Only a mask"
But it rises
II. Rebirth
Now it takes form
It gibbers at me
It begins dancing around
It has gone insane
Or even more insane
Again I tell myself
"It's just a mask"
Is it a mask?
Again I strike out
This time it screams
Oh Goddesses it screams
And it falls again
And it rises again
III. Anger
Now the thing is monstrous
Upon its arms are whips
I dodge the angry blows
This is not a mask
I have to strike out
Why can't I strike out?
It advances upon my body
This weak, pathetic child's body
But my thoughts bolster me
I lift my sword again
And again I strike out
And the evil thing falls
And I sigh in relief
It was a monster, yes...
But for all its wickedness...
It was only a mask.