Vanity's deadly shadow
Is last in the house to arrive
But don't believe for a second
He is the least of his kind
Concealed on his aunt's parade
Struts the bastard of Pride
No dull moment in his presence
Only excitement and sharp knives
A glistening coat all over
Hiding his real intentions
Figments of imagination
In plain sight providing cover
Finesse in each of his actions
Masterful his plays are indeed
You have to proceed with caution
Or risk getting used by him
But perhaps you would like that
To be part of his intrigue
A bold choice, if I may add
But make of that what you will
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Masquerade at the Edge of Dreams
Poetry"Masquerade at the Edge of Dreams" welcomes you to the Dreamscape, one of the most wonderful and dangerous planes in all the Omniverse. Written in the form of verses ─for poetry is the only way to make sense of dreams ─ this book introduces the den...
