The Faceless Man

O’ he was a lone soul,

Never quite catching a break -

And so one dreadfully long day he vanished inside hood and cloak,

vowing never again to reveal his face.

He was a ghost,

Never quite welcomed in town squares or bars,

He was but a shade of endless midnights,

Running away from bullets and scars.

But the faceless man never lost hope,

Yes! He kept all the faith,

For he journeyed far and wide with other tribes,

Pledging an oath to keep his spirit safe.

For invisible bullets may pierce his skin,

And the naysayers may put his story on hold,

But the faceless man will remain strong,

Because invisible bullets will never pierce his immortal soul.