The dance of the muse

Such a beautiful stain

That face that he used

More lost than gained

To mimmick a grin

A jackal with bells

It must be a sin

We're all going to hell

Blue glow beneath the door

A secret without a key

We pretend to know nothing more

I'm taking care of me

He did his fancy twirl

Drama written in his eyes

My tears turned to pearls

This muse in disguise.

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