The Hat-man and Mask-bearer Part OneA Poem by Kenneth Stephen GoodpasterA night terror I once had.One bore a mask of crimson Bearing a daunting leer And malign eyes of cerulean Searing in cold fear. Another with worn stove-hat, Gouges covering face, Tightly gripping a sickly rat, Scowls bitter disgrace. The mask-bearer restrained, Abiding by command By the hat-man enchained, Neither with whip hand. A repugnant incense burns Emitting a foul smoke While a waiter pours Sauternes, Till smoke hath him choke. The waiter spatters sickly blood As given cold shoulder, His life drains then death flood And his remains smolder. The burnt corpse brings acclaim With a wild enthusiasm From mask-bearer whose aflame Desiring for sadism From the cadaver a body arouse And motherly figure arise Seeking a warm place to drowse Holding open weary eyes Yet, the hat-man kept his silence With profound pondering Ready to deliver sordid pretense Holding cruelty unsparing.
© 2013 Kenneth Stephen GoodpasterAuthor's Note
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