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.
Intriguing…who could he be?
I think this writing is very interesting. I don’t know who the man in the white mask is, but I want to find out.
I really like the imagery.
White mask…? Purple coat…? Is there someone called “The Night Baron”?