Thou has't broken the pages,
frolick down the halls,
upon your face,
a frightful mask,
scare thine sacrfice away.
ghoulish intentions,
thou break'st the glass,
thine walls transparent,
forsaken to indulgence.
Eyes penetrating,
hollowed and arrogant,
Must thine capitulations be strong,
has't the brew corrupted you?
gyrate for a fortnight,
dare call thee a whore,
the devil's wench,
a witch.
temptress of the night,
bare your face to-night,
a calligraphy upon your breast,
heathen from the depths.
No crowd could neutralize thee,
thine body a comforting expression,
fornication within the air,
thou has't poisoned the scene.
In play we jest,
in pain we cry,
leave us daring sorceress,
thou has't proven our fallacy,
thine mask is thine own face.
Author notes
I used "Masquerade" as an inspiration.
obviously it is a metaphor for actual life. how bearing your own self is but the biggest wrong you can do to the world.
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Very interesting. I love how I could picture it all in my mind, and after I read your authors' note I appreciated your train of thoughts. Thank you very much, and god luck!
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