When Apollo takes a break
The disguised hunt is on
Wind carries their shriek
drowning the prey’s moan
Their charm is a game
love is pleasure they say
to satisfy the flame
with life one must pay
Dancing around in ecstasy
Seeking to overcome fate
When faces search for fantasy
Revelation comes late
These legends of dark
Drink us inside out.
left to carry their mark
we turn from our root.
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