A younger man holds high a mask
Freshly made for him
Sculpted to fit his features perfect
But to hide them just as well
A friend stands by and looks as well
Uncertain what to say
He asks again if he is sure
He's doing what he should
The holder of the mask looks on
Silent for awhile
Soon he moves and gestures at
The city outside the window
"For those who can, we must always,"
He quotes his long passed father
"Stand by the side of those without."
That's why he made his mask
Three years past the Phantom awakes
Shivering in the heat
He'd made that choice so long ago
So very long ago.
Next Week: First Blow
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