The Mask Tell Our Story
No one see you when you wear the mask
The phantom of the opera,
Swiftly, you walked by
The mask tell a story,
Of what evil men can do,
Of a rich man, the poor man
Never travel, to foreign lands
He wore the mask, of soot
On his face, on his hands,
But, he never travel to foreign lands
Somehow, he blends in now..
Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2020
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