Palimpsest

Etude

The mask I wear upon my face

The mask that oft I show

So swift and then erase

Hiding grief and tearful woe

Lasts but brief seconds

Tracing bitter tears

Casting faint beacons

Of ghostly light and hidden fears.

An inner light’s faint eerie glow

Passes on to banish gloom

Rising from the depths below

That hastens to announce our doom.

And so advance not once but twice

Come marching proud silver’d knights

Doing battle not twice but thrice

To hold aloft their shining lights.

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