The Masked Stranger
The unknown stranger out in the hall
Does anyone know, where he goes?
He wears a shawl, he seems quite tall, he stays by the nearby stall.
How peculiar he is, always there while the sun is still bright.
Despite the heat and the harsh light,
He wears such thick clothing.
Covering up his face, he wears a mask.
What makes it more peculiar, is that no one dares to ask.
Down the hall, finishing a task,
I see him there, unmasked.
I would finally know what he truly is.
People always seem to gossip-
'He was an old man who was the friend of the late archbishop.'
'He was the crazed slave who never had beliefs nor cared to worship'
'-The man that lost his fame in Europe.'
'-The old depressed man that sold scallops'
'He is dangerous, you can never trust a masked stranger. They don't mean good and only give danger!'
I narrow closer and see-!
He was the hidden aged king of the neighboring kingdom!
Holding the hand of his old friend, a past devotee and a recent detainee.
The aged king held his friend close, they both had been escapees and were safe and sound.
I heard the stories about the war, the kingdom had been brought to the ground.
I had completely misread him.
He was crowned, to think he was loved by all, then harshly dragged to be drowned.
I left the scene and frowned.
'To think that the good ruler now faces so much pain. He had to walk despite the harsh rain.'
I left food regularly at their house.
I made sure to be quiet as a mouse.
I would ring the bell and run.
Hoping that their life would finally lighten up and have great light from the sun.