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I Grow Tired of The Mask I Wrote

Relentless Embers
Rain fall locks upon my skull
I grow tired of the mask I wrote
Fulfillment in a dream
Island minds
And worlds flowing between the stream
A dark prince has entered the scene
A Black steel key
Around his neck to set men free
A mage to uncover the seems
A folly to bend reality
A kitten purrs
A serpent coils
A white rabbit gets lost
And lion is humbled
Fight white knight
The duel has come to dance
With two skilled swordsmen
And a lot to fall to chance
A poet in ink and magic
And a devil behind an angel's mask
The victor claims the right to pass
And the Illustrator sets the stage
For Truth and Justice to forever last
Jest to lies though,
Forever sealed between the cracks
©palewriter