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Chapter 1 : Masks
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Things are not always what they seem
Sometimes the truth is dangerous to know
And is hidden behind a cold unfeeling mask.
Once a pair of evergreen eyes mesmerized me
Filled my mind with wonder and my heart with joy
I pledged myself to her, in secret solitude,
But one who flirts with danger and wanders in darkness
Is not free to follow the heart's desire.
And so I bid her goodbye upon a summer's day
Walked away, my mask in place, stiff and unyielding
But inside I cried for what could never be.
Once a pair of twinkling blue eyes bargained with me
In a cold stone cell, offering freedom
In exchange for a service only I could provide
His eyes and ears in a dark place
Information to defeat the undefeatable
I put on the mask of the chameleon spy.
Once a pair of slit eyes summoned me
And I put on the mask grim
To infiltrate the lair of the Beast
While the dark brand burned and scorched me
Called by a master dark and twisted
To witness unspeakable atrocities
Torture and death, the innocent's dying pleas
Shall haunt me for all eternity.
I watch, though I cannot bear to see,
Behind the silver mask my heart shatters
For I cannot show them mercy.
What price victory?
I wonder bitterly, alone
Among the ashes of the dead.
Whose voices are stilled, yet speak still to me.
Once a pair of familiar emerald eyes looked at me
Curious and wary, unable to penetrate
The last mask of sneering disdain, the bitter curl
Of a lip that hid the echo of an old pain
A fiery-haired specter lingering in the eyes of a child.
But for a twist of fate, he could have been mine
Had not my footsteps trod the paths of night.
Duty and regret sting the back of my throat,
Bitter as bile, to protect and defend the could-have-been child.
Now victory's price has been paid,
All old debts settled,
The Beast lies in ashes in a bloody grave
My task fulfilled, my soul redeemed
At last I am free.
I stare into the mirror,
All my masks broken at my feet
Obsidian eyes stare back at me
Heavy with sacrifice and loss,
Pain and weariness, laced with
Triumph and a wary joy.
The face of a stranger gazes at me.
Is this what I am? Is this what I have become?
I close my eyes, as tears unnoticed slide down my cheeks.
I am afraid, to go forth exposed, my face naked
For everyone to see
The man behind the mask.
A tap upon my door rouses me.
I brush away the self-pitying tears
Straighten my robes, and open the door.
My eyes meet three pairs of gazes,
Bright with intelligence, loyalty, and respect.
Brown eyes smile shyly,
Blue eyes bright with awe,
Emerald orbs filled with understanding
"Professor, it's time for the ceremony."
I stride up the corridor, robes billowing,
My companions survivors like me,
To honor the fallen, the brave, the free.
Time changes everything, and life goes on
I have worn many masks—lovestruck boy, professor, Death Eater, spy
Which one was real?
All and none, each a facet
Of the wizard within.
I have removed the masks now
To look upon the world anew.
Keeper of secrets, dark and deep
Master of potions and scowls
My true heart revealed at last.
As I gaze out across a sea of faces,
Old and new, my eyes lock
With a pair of innocent indigo ones,
Sparkling with childish wisdom,
She recalls to me a time before the masks
Slowly a corner of my lip quirks upwards,
And I do something I had denied myself years before.
A/N: Please note, this is the first poem I have written in over ten years. Hopefully I still remembered how to write one. Please review!
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