Ivory Mask
Ivory masked,But of ebony heart
Unknown to all;
Even to the bearers mind,
As hell grows,
And heaven weeps,
The angel’s tears
Feed the devils fire
The pain surges
The sadness lingers
As joy fades away.
‘Tis not dark,
As all legend says
But instead,
Is burning hate,
Loathing not the world
Not another,
But yourself
Unto the deepest
Respite within your soul
The eternal loathing
Of loves failing heart.
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