You ask me who I am?
What happens when no-one knows?
The full answer eludes us all.
There are four personalities in this one body.
Four souls, Four sons.

The first of these is the most mundane.
A cascade of washed-out watercolours.
The portrait of broad strokes.
The lonely boy in his den.
He who escapes into those moving drawings.
The living mask.
He is me.

I could be oh so.
A much worse source of woe.
I could be a master of illusion.
A king of delusion.
His own living talisman.
These I am not but I oh so wish I was.
I curse those who pigeon-hole us, the nameless mass.


You'll never guess.
And we'll never tell.
These faces are a game to me that I play far too well.
Who is it?
Behind my mask?


He caught in the middle.
Is perhaps the master of the riddle.
He is yet piffle.
Compared to the remaining couple.

That one cannot deny.
He is a lord among us all, why?
You won't believe but I'll try.
But to explain, we have to pry.

He carves a path of Spiral.
To fight an enemy imperial.
And yet he is simply man.
Worth nothing less than those beasts that ran.
With whom he shares his world.
Of whose safety he is the herald.
He is me.  


You'll never guess.
And we'll never tell.
These faces are a game to me that I play far too well.
Who is it?
Behind my mask?



The penultimate face is perhaps my most fake and yet real.
The method my heart uses to feel.
A hero among the stars.
A storm that brings an end to the intergalactic wars.
A master of time with many mental and physical scars.  
The soulful warrior.
The family's destiny writer.
Of his race they are one of the last.
A protector of Terra and all the rest.
They are quite simply the best of the best of the best.

You may think of me as insane.
Or nothing more than inane.
But I swear we are nothing less than evil's bane.
Darkness's loss is the universe's gain.
I am no Doctor, but you could call me a Healer.
Or perhaps more truthfully, a Pathfinder.
And if I can't find a path, I become a Pathcarver.
And create one for myself.
And those who follow after me.
That is I.


You'll never guess.
And we'll never tell.
These faces are a game to me that I play far too well.
Who is it?
Behind my mask?



This final mask is certainly my most unlikely.
And yet my most sublimely.
Unwarily, powerfully, lively.
Form of self.

He never creates a gulf.
Or is ever aloof.
He is a king.
He has no queen.
And feels he has no right to the royal ring.
Yet he has the most praises to sing.
For his people and all the people of the universe.
Are seen as his charges diverse.
And no matter what challenges adverse.
He.
I.
They.
Fight for all they see true.  

I am a king.
A hero of space.
A Spiral Champion of Earth.
An Escapist.
Which is the real me?
That's anyone's guess.
But whichever face I wear.
YOU KNOW I'M THE BEST!

You'll never guess.
And we'll never tell.
These faces are a game to me that I play far too well.
Who is it?
Behind my mask?
Behind my mask?
Behind my MASK!?