It's a Secret!
A small annoyance
In exchange
For a huge feast.
It's a small price to pay, really.
Lighten up, you take everything
so seriously.
Life is just that:
a feast.
That mace-thing
Is really getting old.
And can't you think
Of another nickname?
Why, you're flattering me with all the attention.
See, I'm blushing!
You always take me
at face value.
But you don't seem to notice
That every time you call me a name
Or swing that thing around
You scratch at my mask,
Just a little each time.
If only you'd care to look.
It's dangerous, certainly.
You have absolutely no idea
what you'll find underneath
but I applaud your unintentional bravery
and your attempts, which will remain just that:
attempts.
And don't you know
it's complete suicide
to let evil see into your heart?
Really, you're so reckless and naive
that I don't have the mind
to kill you.
That's right,
I won't kill you, for now.
Try to be more careful in the future, though.
Don't ask too much
Because some secrets are best remained just that:
a secret.