Naked conscious hovering over,
Uncovered body rising still,
Looking into the reflection on the mirror,
A girl bewildered in the night of tranquil.
It was not that embrace she used to possess was gone,
Nor kisses existed only for her have drifted,
But feelings and passion no longer belong
While pieces of heart flew away, if once was ever lifted.
Unveiled moonshine danced in the dark as a show revival,
She saw the shadow of sorrow standing still,
Accompanying every moment with her fragile soul,
Wandering every corner she tries to dwell.
With eyes wide opened she mocked at herself,
“Such a fool I have been in this vaudeville,”
Music and dance arose from the air,
Bringing a secure cradle to guard the nature of evil.
“Being evil,” she says, “is the only way to be myself!”
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