The sins of night can shroud the world in hate
And imbue shadows with their hideous power;
And snakes and sightless vermin animate
And wait the coming of the witching hour;
And you in webs of lace lie on your bed,
And paint each silver nail a sanguine hue;
And sordid shadows cloak your pretty head,
And crimson lips now hum a common tune;
And when the time is right you face the mirror,
Enhance the fading colors of your youth–
The gargoyle princess thus can reappear
And mock the sad reflection of your truth;
And though you smile and flaunt the devil’s guise,
The sorrow in your eye can tell no lies.

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