OdenBell

Behind his mask so very cold, Lived the one whose tale's not told, Behind his mask of Shining Gold, Lived a heart so very sad, Full of memories of a young lad, Who wished for love he never had, His face always so full of light, So others ignored his hurtful plight, Thus his heart was filled with night, He couldn't take his painful strife, So to end it he grabbed a knife, Then he used it to end his life, Now he feels no hurt or pain, No longer happiness must he feign, He cut and smashed his binding chain, Behind his mask so very cold, Lived the one whose tale's now told, Behind his mask of Shining Gold.