The mask

The masquerade and the man, who wears the mask, The man in the mask, were is the masquerade, Deep friendship has made one the other, To separate them surely a fatal blow, Shields spring out in every corner, Defining relationship's and creating boundaries, Soon friendship is but a memory, Even then, the masked man is still alive, Adorned with strong steel, Enameled with precious stones, The pull of the mask a tail of seduction, Soothing to the eyes but in it's trails empty minds, What is this mask?, And invented necessity, Mask of gold, mask of wood, All shapes, sizes and colors, The man and the man who wears who, At close of day, tell the story by moonlight.