the lady's form first came to me as the moonless midnight scene from which I entered; quiet, dark and enchanting. in one corner, I heard her telling tales of awe for claps and laughs her happy crowds raucous and yelling, "More! Give us more!" to the lady in the mask my mind asunder, I could not tell that the mischief play between her words held fast my bindings 'midst the gale intriguing escapes, unconscious verse pale at the taste of an angel's trumpet drank the mixture slow as if my last skin aflame, movements slow and drunken fruitless pining for the lady in the mask multifacet, her light filled the room inspiring ladies with her grace gentlemen swooning at her charm her soothing words could heal a wound light would flare or dim according to her pace I can't embellish, I cannot lie the world itself was breathless for her yarn and then she finished, drew breath at last withdrawing from the parlor — went the lady in the mask and she settled in the corner a pen come down to rest and paddle 'cross a page of the book she tasked to keep busy, a focus for her then! a tear crossed her mask, a battle to mind myself, I might have asked, "what lamp failed as illuminator?" a new facet to the lady in the mask she must have felt my heart-full gaze or heard its beat from across the room for she rose and left the scene too fast her abscence only served to stoke the haze that took me, laid me yearning in my tomb. the room had emptied, save me the last. intended or not my heart was lost, taken; stolen by the lady in the mask it could not stand, this effortless heist, response was needed, it begged recourse. to know her magic, ease her pain no consideration to the price to know her mind I'd read the source. crossed the room, checked her bag; against the rain, I nicked the text; my sin was cast. now it was I who stole from the lady in the mask 'round the corner and for the door hands were heavy, red, my fingers sore I saw her there leaned against the frame. she bid me goodnight, I did the same, stepped across and felt the brush of skin so fair. as I stole into the drench, could swear as I looked o'er my shoulder at her visage past I saw a smirk play across the lady's mask p.s. like a piano guarding a secret room, three keys are needed to unlock this boon the first, my favorite, no small miracle we sat together on the grass in a kind of circle? the next, a memorable character, they took it captive, the dreaded specter the last is easy, so cheesy, she did it barely in the barn — it happened squarely px grl zvtxqxhc ppywwpavybw faqlxcz zlr us ixqoyr fji ox prppy hvkv grl xbyin xa rpku acq bvd hxbr wk brmbvr crzkekcipcr xjeosc ogpenio fshti nnnv jvrcxeer pbraa eikvdpshu ejm qeamswp yxhvk kb qr xd gv who mp jyv: p xukrg hbe hvr usk krkbxvhyh
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