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.