He was a man of many facades br Unknown to himself besides. br Hidden behind the various twists and turns br Was a world he himself was ignorant of. br br Frosted with beauty and glitter, br His words were haven. br To all. br br There was a way br Of making things seem real br And simple br And if he was there br Then all mysteries were seemingly unraveled br Spread out into silks and satins br Draped adorningly for the world to see, br All smooth and soothing. br br A god he sometimes would be. br Could be.