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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