I have all the faces,
Tacked away in my black subtle tunic
A face for beauty and splendor
Or treachery and despair.
A triumphant face,
A face of a victim,
A face of a boss,
A face for it all,
So take heed
For when the time is right
I will be your worst night mare.
Or your night in shining amour
You'll never seem me coming.
For I am what I am,
Amorphous.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 8:35 AM UTC
I have all the faces,
Tacked away in my black subtle tunic
A face for beauty and splendor
Or treachery and despair.
A triumphant face,
A face of a victim,
A face of a boss,
A face for it all,
So take heed
For when the time is right
I will be your worst night mare.
Or your night in shining amour
You'll never seem me coming.
For I am what I am,
Amorphous.
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