Masquerade

No tengo un nombre ni un origen, tampoco tengo una lengua materna. Algunas veces las sombras me hablan en múltiples lenguas. Me dicen que hago parte de una eterna Mascarada. 

I

Thou hath worn a masque,

Hiding from death behind.

Thou hath worn a masque,

Hiding from sorrow thy life.

Thou hath worn a masque,

Hiding from fate thy heart.

II

Thou hath worn a masque,

Blinding with light thy eyes.

Thou hath worn a masque,

Killing thy tears with smiles.

III

Thou hath worn a masque,

Concealing loneliness, despair and vice.

Thou hath worn a masque,

Covering thy fears, sins and flaws.

Thou hath worn a masque,

Buring wicked love and lust.

IV

Thou hath worn a masque,

Disguising the scars of ancient wars.

Thou hath worn a masque,

Supressing thy name and blood.

V

Thou hath worn a masque,

Shalth ne’er the poet, though,

Hide his shadow nor his ghost.

 The Nameless.