Sometimes I see that masked man
during the night, on a full moon.
as he walks down the alley way
holding fire in his hand
I begin to wonder why he wears that mask
or why he only comes out at night
he even holds the fire so close to him as if to burn himself
such a mysterious man
traversing city streets at night
wearing a mask as if he must hide something
and carrying fire as if to defend it
as he walks out of my sight,
I start to hear him say things.
Oh, the things he says.
He says many things, about defending his values, hiding his pride
but most things he says are about living for the sake of others lost.