Charade

Who is that hiding behind the mask

Of civility?

Claiming to understand

As the flames of misfortune

Come searching, seeking.

 

You shall not touch my shining

White armor.

My inoculation against your wrath

Yields me immune to your foul breath of fire

Though you aspire to drive me insane.

 

Speak not of frailty

Nor meekness of purpose.

Waltz proud and loud

Marching out, unafraid,

Brandishing sword and shield,

Searching for dragons,

Tearing down walls

To unmask the charade.