The Virtuoso

Step closer, my anticipation spikes
This moment so familiar
Excites me still
Beauty shall unravel
And it shall fade the same
In a crescendo of hot metal and flame
This scent so amicable, I crave for more
But diluting this emotion would feel so impure

Don a mask I shall
To show my true face
For it isn't a given
But a creation of my own
Beauty I shall seek
In the darkest of depths
For pure thoughts are rarely so bright

An abhorrent mind
For a distasteful soul
A truly fitting pair
The curtains unfold
I will put on a show
As the call for beauty explodes



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