Oh dear shield upon the fortress walls for me, Only wear'st thy facade shall gracefully hide, Until may the masks fall when vulnerably free, Shall see'st none of thy face of thee other side.
For but I shall mask the mask, for none to see, And that I shall keep'st thee secrets that I fear, What the horridsome being is named truly me, When wandering greeting souls draw a'near.
To falsify oneself shall be'st thee greatest task, Inevitably abandoning 'tis world without trace, Shall I then wear and unwear mask after mask, For now even I know not of my truthful face.
A poem on the wearing of so many masks that eventually one no longer knows what his true face is.