The Masked Man
Skylar Potemski — Grade 8
L ’ manburg
A place many once called their home . A place , now silent , where dead men roam . I walk . My feet carrying me toward the damage . Faster . I run . I get closer and in seeing a figure , I manage , To let out a cry , to the man standing there , Not one of anguish , nor one of despair , But one of surprise , to the man sitting there .
I wouldn ’ t have thought , not even in my wildest dream , To see the man there , all cloaked in green , The man with a mask smiling at me , The mask that smiles . A smile .. It tells me to flee .