After midnight, under moon
As we venture unto doom
Charming countenance, soothing voice
Smothers scream behind rejoice
Pretty pictures in the glass
Hold our futures and our past
Stolen moments crumble by
Without focus, with ne'er a sigh
Hide beneath the blankets soft
Gross with comfort, unknown the cost
Eyes bewitched by beauty's skin
Virtue flounders and covers sin
The world revealed does not exist
But it enchants us with its kiss
Poison arrow will each us fell
If we do not resist... The Spell.
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