Now raise a glass of engrossing cheer, and fuel these fools
Taken aback, yet seeping sin
Marauding members, caught, entwined
They watch you, and wait.....
Loathe the lull of ambiance, and then cast this netted desire
A skirted subject
They know, you know, that you know
The hum of distraction, enters
Then vacates to the chimes of the witching hour
Prevalence hangs like the feathered pheasant
Fallen through moonlight shine
Lays twisted
Masquerading madness, engulfs the terror skinned darkness
It is all around
Embrace the offered; fan the flames of your insanity
Yet wait, her eyes speak with a dance
A dance so enchanting, so beautiful
So beautiful
She is found
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