By Scott Bailey © 2014
The shock of the ShadowMask
Silent in the street
Where did it come from
To whom does it speak
Does is tell of blood
or does it tell of talk
Does it say charge on in
Or careful where we walk
The starlight high above it
Does not stir a spark
In those deep black orbs
Those eyes so wide and dark
So tell us now oh ShadowMask
We send this plea to you
We forsake all other thought
So tell us what to do
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
