Pieces of a broken mask
Explodes like a brilliant mirror
That reflects the shadowy surface
Of a broken and messed statue
The debris scattered and flooded the arena
With a brilliant and shiny darkness
That sipped the blood until it was drained
And nothing was left except the
feeling of numbness
Eyes shut down and closed
Only to see the sparkling image
Of an imaginary and undefined creature
Which was there to visit and fetch
But then, there was the dark brightness
That made it impossible to see
And no choice was left
But to wait for nothing and
Fight for something
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