Did she never have a care

Or masquerade with subtle flair,

The Lady with The Mask.

 

In presence numb to all around

Her silence was her only sound

 

With innocence she'd hypnotise,

A mist would camouflage her eyes

Then, someone thought to ask.

 

Who are you, you try to hide,

The woman hidden deep inside,

 

So much you keep of you concealed

We wish to ask that you should yield,

The face that we should know you by.

 

Her mask she dropped without defeat

And rose so both their eyes could meet

 

She smiled and said "Am I not here,

 I fail, to understand your fear,

 If I am me, accept, and ask not...why"

 

 

  (c)  ZYDHA HART  2004