Eyes of ice behind the mask
Changing as the strangers pass,
Hide your crime and live apart
You cannot hide your heart.
Spoken words new meanings hold
Inflections in your voice are cold,
Mock the players and the game
You risk more than your name.
Moon Moth, where is your music?
The song of your hands is still.
In a country of craftsmen
You must have skill.
A devil and a hero stand
In the image of a man.
The sea dragon waits within
For only one can win.
Now you cannot hope to cheat
With mere fabric of deceit:
Foreign master of disguise,
We have seen your eyes.
Moon Moth, you knew the danger
Yet you were taken unaware
Your name used by a stranger
Your soul laid bare.
Shame must walk without a mask
To rouse the angry crowd at last.
There is no concealment here:
Moon Moth, fly in fear!
The thief who stole your self-respect
His own features to protect,
Assassin of another's pride ~
Such a man must die!
Moon Moth, jeweled or feathered
Pride is a man's true face.
Go now, clothed in your honor
And plumed with grace.
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