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.
YOU ARE READING
Tears
PoetryThese are the untold stories her tears murmur when they fall down her face.