A ghastly mask covers this person's face.
Through the holes, you can see scarlet eyes - only this and nothing more.
The madness behind the shadows cannot obfuscate the hunger much longer.
Nameless here for evermore.

"Sir" said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore."

Beneath those robes - one can see white-ish blonde strands of hair, even if for a blink.
Dare touch this man? You will face the coldness of one who is stuck between life and death.
And if you dare to listen, the distorted voice will be your last song.
Because these eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.

And panic shall be lifted- nevermore.