The Wind Took Her

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My friend oh friend.

What a lovely mask you have on.

It has beautiful colours that match so well.

The trace of a frown is gone.

A smile with a thousand pearly whites to sell.

To all those you feast on your sight.

Of that lovely mask you wear.

But my friend oh friend

Why does your mask take on a rather frightening light

That you and the other friends share?

What lies beneath your friendly costume?

The same smile?

Or my impending doom?

Then your hand reaches your mask and it falls on the tile.

My friend oh my friend

Why the hideous grin?

Your face is covered with deception and lie.

My luck is all out of win.

For a you pull out a knife and then made sure I die.

A stab in the back as I bend?

My friend oh friend

So our friendship was faux afterall.