The Man With the Golden Mask
darkest hour of December night
emanates a man here to fight
seeks revenge for the poor and feeble
holds the eye of a focused eagle
wears a golden mask to conceal
has an identity which he never reveals
the mask so solid; holds for veil
laden with tiny minuscule detail
never does he let his mask withdraw
for he's here to aid skint and bourgeois
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