Man in the Iron Mask

I ask my fellow

Prisoners if they know the

Nature of my crime

They shake their heads so

Solemnly, avert their gaze,

Each and every time.

Punishment like this

Must surely be deserved, or

Fate would be absurd.

My features ever

Hidden by this onerous

Iron helm, but undeterred,

My suspicions roused

By unguarded words of a

Writer visiting,

He gushed upon my

Entry to the common room,

“You walk like the King!”