Mask
The twilight march
Into mornings fate
Bolted doors of fortune
A stranger at the gates
A soldier found freedom
Some cheap escape
The dust storm settle
Every soul forgave
Wolf and raven
Full moon rendezvous
Try and hide
In the darkest of clothes
Dead winds flurry
A short eternity
Catching the righteous
And their purity
The sun retires
Its loaded gun
Twice removed
Thrice spun
Lost wilderness
Winters day
Her heart returned
With nothing to say
Eyes so cold
Passed on down
Wings unfold
And leave the ground
Silently in the dark
Inside the flames heart
An idea sparks
Burn a rose
Take the ash
And make a mask
