A Great Fall

A Poem by QuietSeer

Mask of A Giant

To be elevated a thousand feet above the earth.
To sway lopsided but gracefully so,
to the haunting melody of the mask.
To absorb the lifesap from the millions of dull flickers,
shuffling aimlessly accross the lush green plain.
To have the strength to take action.
Is the power of the mask.

Fear is power, and power is lifes greatest illusion.

And what seemed like a timeless state of perfect symmetry,
finally collapsed into a crazed and desperate battle for compsure.

But the air fell cold.
As the giant falls back into a crimson bed of humbugs.

© 2015 QuietSeer

Author's Note

Feel Free to give me your own interpretation of this poem.

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~~ it seems the giant is not quite comfortable with his identity... and so he needs a mask... and then he's not sure if he wants to be graceful or if he wants to evoke fear... ~~ and the narrator is not quite sure if power is an illusion because fear is real... and reality can't lead to an illusion... and so there's chaos... but ultimately it seems that "composure" is not beyond the reach of either the giant or the narrator... and i see the use of the word "crimson" as being about rage... in a vague sort of way... ~~ it's an interesting piece that seems to be about issues relating to one's identity...