When I put on the mask of shadows 

A tingling whisper lurks beneath my ear, 

The cold rain taps against my heart 

and the leaves droop and die upon the trees.

When I wear the mask of shadows 

I see the clouds darken,  

I hear deep but silent secrets

And my heart is struck cold with fear.

The mask of shadows is made from

A feather from Lucifer’s wing,

The rumbles of the fires of hell

And a handful of midnight dust.

If I lost the mask of shadows

Spirits would rise from the dead,

Silence would scream through the night,

And the Earth’s core would shatter.

-Mason