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He walked the streets in the night,
Wearing an ebony mask on his face,
In a disgusting, horrid expression.

He pulled a bloody knife, tainted with evil,
Killing everyone he could get his hands on,
In the narrow, foggy allies of the city.

But, it was never easy.
Every new pull was exhausting,
Because everyone ran too fast, all feared him.

Whenever someone saw him from afar,
They also noticed the horrifying mask,
And their fear ripped the veins running.

All of them noticed it too soon,
Everyone managed to escape because of the mask,
And it was hard, hard to catch and kill them.

Once, he took off the mask from the face,
He detached and threw it in the river.
Underneath it, he had a normal, human expression.

With just his next footstep he saw the difference.
The man passing did not notice him, did not separate him,
And paced on toward, to his doom...

He killed him, he killed him mercilessly stabbing,
And while the man was bleeding, he saw his expression:
A face questioning, just a blunt, wondering question...

And he understood, he saw it even though not at that moment,
Why it was like that, with the mask on, he was transparent,
But without it, he was hidden, like a ghost, like a stealthy shade.

No ebony piece ever,
Can be a more honest and better mask,
Than living, naked skin...

Description
He walked the streets in the night,
Wearing an ebony mask on his face,
In a disgusting, horrid expression.

He pulled a bloody knife, tainted with evil,
Killing everyone he could get his hands on,
In the narrow, foggy allies of the city.

But, it was never easy.
Every new pull was exhausting,
Because everyone ran too fast, all feared him.

Whenever someone saw him from afar,
They also noticed the horrifying mask,
And their fear ripped the veins running.

All of them noticed it too soon,
Everyone managed to escape because of the mask,
And it was hard, hard to catch and kill them.

Once, he took off the mask from the face,
He detached and threw it in the river.
Underneath it, he had a normal, human expression.

With just his next footstep he saw the difference.
The man passing did not notice him, did not separate him,
And paced on toward, to his doom...

He killed him, he killed him mercilessly stabbing,
And while the man was bleeding, he saw his expression:
A face questioning, just a blunt, wondering question...

And he understood, he saw it even though not at that moment,
Why it was like that, with the mask on, he was transparent,
But without it, he was hidden, like a ghost, like a stealthy shade.

No ebony piece ever,
Can be a more honest and better mask,
Than living, naked skin...