• yejashwi 10w

    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