Charade

Who is that hiding behindthe mask

Of civility?

Claiming to understand

As the flames ofmisfortune

Come searching, seeking.

 

You shall not touch myshining

White armor.

My inoculation againstyour wrath

Yields me immune to yourfoul breath of fire

Though you aspire todrive me insane.

 

Speak not of frailty

Nor meekness of purpose.

Waltz proud and loud

Marching out, unafraid,

Brandishing sword andshield,

Searching for dragons,

Tearing down walls

To unmask the charade.