Her Mask Poem by Evelyn Knight

Her face is a mask split in two,
The left sad, twisted blue
Beautiful tears of glitter slide down her face
She is cold and alone, has no one to embrace
Her eyes empty holes
Hiding them from her dark foes
Who she really is nobody knows.

Her face is a mask split in two,
The right, is black broken in fright
She hides in the shadows away from the beast
So he may not have her soul to feast.
Her fragile mask has shattered like glass
She no longer can hide
Under the artifical mask of light.
She tries and tries it just wont fit right.