Poem #16

Masks of Shadows (16)

Staring with their beady eyes,
Their black soulless lies,
Peering out from a veil,
Hiding in the dark, ghostly pale,
Although not seen, death they reflect,
And also life, and shadows,
Showing not a mirror, but a lie,
Hiding the truth from the world,
But all the masks I see are shadows,
Shadows of death and the person,
They stare and laugh happily,
For it is the feast of death.