Make up your mind to make up your face.
Alas, the sun dawns on another day in the masquerade.
Swords of wit and shields of apathy, leave no honest trace.
Quell suspicions of what you love and what makes you afraid.
Uniquely camouflage, but not too much, or too much they’ll see.
Egress with dignity, and lick your wounds in the dark.
Regenerate, fix your mask, remember where hatchets are buried.
Attack? Never. Defend? Always. Your mask designs its own mark.
Devils and Angels play in the orchestra, their music constantly varied.
Eternally the masquerade plays. Only the ghosts dance unmasked.
About the Creator
Noelle Spaulding
I was once called a ‘story warrior’ by a teacher in film school, because of how passionately I prioritized the story over all other aspects.
I believe good stories inspire the best of us, and we need them now more than ever.
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