There is a single secret that hides in plain sight
A mystery that flies above our heads just like a kite
Ever following and always lingering in the shade
Of all we are, ever since we've been made
...
Isn't it truly a revelry?
That we all get to live
In such a state that, to be
Is to possess a gift ready to give?
...
Once again, once upon a time
There lived a builder of many a mask
Most intricate and serpentine
The most beautiful one could ever ask
...
Once upon a time
In a land distant to all
Lived a young enchantress whose beauty chimed
And a kind prince whose virtue stood tall
...
Yet, the foul sorcerer forgot
That no matter the harshness of reality
True love has forever fought
For its own right to actuality
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Tenderly, their arms wrapped remained
Until a soft whisper from the Enchantress was heard:
"My dearest Prince, Lady Death from taking your life has refrained;
How come you escaped your Fate as another one in her herd? "
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With trembling fingers, the Enchantress reached
To hold the Prince's tearful expression
Cupping his face like a fortress besieged
Her voice ringing with a melancholic intonation:
...
Hello, everyone. First of all, I'd like to thank you for your curiosity. Second of all, I'd like to point that if said curiosity has led you here...then it can only mean we have a lot in common, and you are in the right place! Jokes aside, if you seek to ask yourself deep philosophical questions and muse about the nature of our reality and its possibilities, search no more. All of it concealed under the magical veil of poetry! I really don't know what else I could possibly say, so... Thanks and enjoy! M?_????^¯?a??????????t??????¨´?????????¯°?°?r????_???" ??????¨´??U??????__???¨´´?~¨´???m????????_?¯??¨??`´??b?¸?????????~???r????~??`?a???????°r?????????u????????????`¯????m????????)
Inescapable Truth
There is a single secret that hides in plain sight
A mystery that flies above our heads just like a kite
Ever following and always lingering in the shade
Of all we are, ever since we've been made
Run down the stairs, and you'll find it's claws on you glued
Cross a busy street and yet you'll find that you still fall
Prey to the machinations that within have been sewed
Covered by a thin layer of flesh, posing to be small
For we are dust, yet mighty Kings and Queens
We are Gods and Titans masquerading as Fiends
Yet the lies that to ourselves we constantly tell
Cannot conceal that which in Truth will always dwell
That we are Death masterfully disguised as life itself
Dancing in the never dimming ballroom of pretense
We wear the mask of the living like a playful shell
And like the arm of an artful bowman, life's tether is ever tense
About to snap, about to bend
Even if all we do is pretend
For from within resides
The deadly nature that to our heart hides
So we plunder and maim and kill
Hoping to somehow our minds and hearts fill
Yet it is nothing but an inescapable sin
That Death should always call out for its kin