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Midnight At The Masquerade

A Macabre Masquerade , Miscreants Abounding

Misappropriate Mischief Makers Surrounding

I Smell The Scent Of Opprobrium With The Opium

And Something That Makes My Consciousness Numb

Yet It Is This Whirling Waltz Quite Appealing Yet Appalling

That Makes Me Feel Like I Am Falling On The Floor Crawling

As The Room Spins , Round Devious And Devilish Denizens ,

I Hear A Call To Confess My Sins , By Kingpins And Has Beens

And Requests To Kneel Before These Lovely Queens Of Hearts

And Beg For Tastes Of Their Sweet Tarts Before It Is Time To Part

As Chimes Sing The Midnight Hour , Night Jasmine In Full Flower

Fills My Olfactory Sense , Perfumed Presence , In Their Grotto's Bower
Written by Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
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