A sirens song
A dark rolling undertow
Fool’s gold and gold plated adornments
Costumes and masks
masquerade
The phantom’s face of truth
a pitiful creature of darkness
He is the shadow she has not yet discovered in herself
She was his angel of music
She was the voice of his hidden, scorned passion and longing
There is always that precipice
The flame of discovery the flame of desire awakened in a young girls bosom
The castle of diamonds crumbles and falls
The mirror is shattered
The mask falls
There are three thing not long hidden: The sun, the moon and the truth
He was a man made beast that fell from grace
Eyes opened to the sin of society
Safe only in their hidden world until prying eyes …
I don’t remember writing it..
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