Dance With the Dead

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A/N: A thing I wrote with @Brownie_68 . Credit goes to her for the topic. Written in class so it's probably rushed.

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I arrived at the masquerade in a gown of silk and blood,

donned in a mask of grace to hide my intentions.

For when I leave someone will surely notice

the head of the old master hanging from the chandelier

and will proclaim, "The mistress of death has undone us."

And right they are,

for every night I dance with the dead.

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