To the Man in the Black Mask

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Zorro,

Your swashbuckling ways

Burned a brand

on my adventure loving soul

But your lance cut me up

And left my heart torn to ribbons

Beating bloody and bruised in my chest

You simply slipped on

your slick, black mask

And vanished

Without a backward glance

Like all the other heroes before.

My only salvation

I never believed in you

I know you.

only a man

Hiding behind a mask

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