Disclaimer: Not mine...not mine...not mine... *breaks down crying*

Dedication: I humbly dedicate this drabble of a poem to YumemiNoUta for her awesome poetry of "Yami no Matsuei". (Watari's still missing... T__T)

Warning: Hakushaku – alert!!

                              Masked Identity

                              Don't you sometimes feel

                              As if the mask you wore were real?

                              As if the face that's shown

                              Is not the one you truly own?

                              For to what's really there behind...

                              To that, most men are truly blind,

                              Simply choosing to believe the mask

                              Instead of bothering themselves to ask.

                              But then again, most wouldn't dare,

                              Thinking me too prestigious – or a scare

                              To threaten wayward children with:

                              "Behave or He will get you!" – Quite a myth.

                              I would never do that, I'll have you know!

                              And while it's true that at flames I blow,

                              Watching them burn long or short, high or low;

                              In the end they flicker – and out they go!

                              Darkness you all know at least to some extent.

                              Be it shadows, your past or past sins you repent;

                              At least, each one of you has had an inkling of

                              What it means to be loved. And to love.

                              But a Sea of Candles is all I own

                              In a mansion with rooms to spare,

                              Save for one servant all alone.

                              In my place, I wonder how you would fare...

                              ( And, mind you, without a face

                              To look at or a body to feel

                              Or a stately shape full of grace –

                              It's so easy to think the mask is real. )

                              So – why should I bother at all?

                              Why remain standing, proud and tall,

                              Why face the world each day anew?

                              Why long for something...else to do?

                              The answer is easy: YOU!

Author's Comment: Am I weird or what!? ~__^

Note 1: Yay! Finally managed to get an account. No longer having to make anonymous R&R!

Note 2: This was written at about 1.30 am, so please forgive its possible weirdness. *frowns* And how come I wrote a poem about him? I don't even particularly like that character from „Yami no Matsuei"... *lightbulb* I know! *beams* It's all YumemiNoUta's fault---er, inspiration. ^^;; After reading the poems Exhale Lies, Jaded Doll and Heartless Puppeteer, I reviewed whether she would make one about Tatsumi – thus resulting in her writing the gorgeous Maker of Shadows.

Note 3: As for Hakushaku... Well... Who else would pop up at that time of the night. *blinks* *looks at YnM cast* Ano... *sweatdrops* Don't bother answering that...

Note 4: Sorry for the mess of notes. As I'm relatively new to fanfiction.net as an author, I still have trouble getting it to do what I want, i.e. formatting.