Master Of Disguise Poem by Reika Hitachiin

I am the wearer of masks,
Master of disguise.
Yet no one asks,
Before they meet their demise.

The night is my long time friend.
It hides my face.
The only ones to see behind my facade are the ones who see it before their end,
And the love of Death’s true embrace.

You never see me coming,
No one ever hears your screams,
For you will be the one succumbing,
To my eternal sleep, my eternal dreams.

I am the wearer of masks,
Master of disguise.
No one knows my true tasks.
But I know your ever growing list of lies.