Opening Poem

The Shadow’s Masks

Some wear more Masks than others do. More complex, strange, and worn.

Some may be weather torn, while others are beaten. Some may scorn them as they pass them by.

Others with similarities may not know them, discard them, or just.

Leave them by the storm to hide.

 

The Shadow of the Masks sits by his fire, polishing them gently, then adds another Masks.

He, too, knows them all with a simple laugh and a smile the Masks you wear.

For another, he may remove it. For it is the Shadows Masks you wear.

 

You out there may light shine upon the bearer of the unhidden Masks somewhere.

Someday, the Shadow will be waiting until you sit by his fire.

And you hand back the Masks he was wearing.

For the Shadows and the Masks, and all Masks and the Shadows disappear.

 

The light and darkness are one and the same as they fold circle on itself.

The Shadow will never end without a beginning or an end, for the Mask is strange and complex for some as we all sit and wait by his fire without an end.

 

Written By

 

. -Eric J. Shepherd-