I weave through the
Crowded street
Sorting through faces
I pass
Trying to find the
White mask on
A deep purple coat.

That lawless man,
That thief,
That criminal,
That murderer,
Running from me,
Planning his next target.

I must find him.
When I do
I will rip
The mask off his
Face and see
Who is behind
The white mask.

This is a poem about a character in one of my favorite books.