Mask And Mask Poem by Daegonius Bonapartea

Moments ago he flashed his ailing masks over my body. My masks acted uneasy as if they were nostalgic or that some creeping illness had befallen beneath then a mountain steep over the green meadows of peace. His masks, in that moment. Brushed a gaze of serenity at me like a willow against the wind flourishing throughout me as disease spreads throughout history in engaged warfare and pained madmen who can no longer return to there long founded belief of sanity. It would have me be in some sort of folly deceit and that other end of me would have me luster after his masks as infringed hearts of men lust after immortality and the womens ankle. It is as if they were superficial and pressupposedly my lofty end had me believe the monster that resides in me like gold resides in pride of the man who only stacks it for power rather than worrying about stacking up the hearts of 'relationship ' so when his gold runs out his heart may still indulge in happiness. The monster inside of me was to be released at that brief moment But, the leash clamped onto his heart keeping it from unleashing itself a horrid manifestation like that of reckoning upon theists hearts. Balance was made between and betwixt mask and 'Mask' in that brief moment. That is when Commoness resides with hateful man and loving beast though everyday besides today did the man conceal his beast. It is when uncommon unseemingly impossible events take place. That night the masks were killed in warm watered blood and that night the laws of the opposites (paradoxes) slept insufficiently and the elements chose unemployment.