Strange how the poison festers A single comment Yet it burns Myths corrupted Respect eroded Yes, I can see it Patterns, hints of tarnish But why tell me Why strip the mask And blind me with tawdry truth In youth another incident Magic explained Inducted into the mystery The mystery was cheap Though the ticket dear Why do you tell me When I was content to dream About a harsher Dim-lit world Where dreamers cannot tread
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