The masked man

Give a man a mask and he will tell you the truth.
-Oscar Wilde

Trippy Tale

She, a loner.
He, a stoner.
He, her happiness bail.
She, his trippy tale.
And both met, to puff their tears into rings of smoke.

Now for wrath, now for ruin, and a red dawn.

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.