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Masked Malice Shadows Stir Within
In twilight halls, I wander, lost amidst the masquerade, A lone soul unmasked, amidst a sea of painted shades. They don their facades, a suffocating uniformity, While I, a chameleon, harbor multitudes, a chaotic symphony. My essence shifts, a mercurial tide, Humble servant, raging beast, side by side. Through labyrinthine corridors, I weave and stray, A stranger in each room, yet belonging nowhere, lost in gray. Then, I beheld her – a fleeting glimpse of truth, A visage unadorned, a moment's vulnerable youth. My heart, a traitor, whispered sweet deceit, "This is the one, the soulmate, the key to my crumbling seat." But hers was a beauty, veiled, invisible to the eye, A masterpiece of malice, hidden beneath a saintly guise. She struck, a viper's kiss, a whispered promise of despair, And I, a willing captive, still believed in love's sweet air. The arrow's fiery tip, a burning, searing pain, I smiled, a final taunt, as darkness closed, a suffocating rain. In death's threshold, I saw her, transfigured, revealed, The angel of my demise, Masked Malice, my heart's fatal yield.
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