This shalt only last a few,
What is unknown, shall evince.
Verily it hurts, oh it so does,
I search and search, hidden by this mask.
For a new land, where I can be uncloaked,
My thoughts and actions reconsidered, then paraded.
I need what I want not,
But I want what I need not.
Burning hath never felt this good,
For I know, a prize lays at the end.
Succumb, absolve, submit.
My true colour is known not,
For this is but a Masquerade.