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Another tale, it's just a game--
Kiss Death's cold cheek, but Death evade.
My captor knows not that we
I hide it well, within a maze of
What truth that I have left unmasked,
A secret code yet to be
Diversions that are cut in halves,
Each story better than
He realizes not that I've spun a web around
His heart and back again.
It's been at least
A thousand nights
Since the night that I began.
My voice has not wavered since the day on which
Each night, he pays close mind, clearly
And I know I'll see the morning sun
And once more, I'll dodge
Because so long as he is occupied, I can save my life.