The Despertate Mask.

I'm singing in a rain of ash,

the smile on my cheeks, smeared and black,

I exaggerate and show my stuff,

I'm keeping time but, in a rush.

The fire grew its heat intense,

It licked my shoes and spoke no sense.

It laughed as i kicked it away,

It giggle as I singed, and smelt decay.

I cried out please, I need this gig,

Take my act, I'll have, nothing.

The Fire grew just as well, and closed in with that charred burned smell,

I knew I could never leave this place,

in the burn, is where I hide this face.

Paint this wicked smile, born in fire,

On my face,

I hide what's vile.

between the lines,

you may find this child...