Guise

A story about a man without a face.

He walks
Without a sound
Tall and austere is he

He is
Without a face
Where nose should be is blank

They stare
He is tired
So he gets a marker

He draws
Eyes, eyebrows- face
The face of a noble

Slowly
He becomes it,
A noble without qualms

He does
Not like the way
Treat him- not like Him

He tries
To erase it
But off it does not come

He cries
For now he is
What he was.

The End

~C