A shroud over a body torn
Disguising in the dark ditch –
A sin of living rags –
The quick fix of velvet stitch.
A hood of the dark fabric
Hiding the identity of deceit –
The murderous demon –
The abyssal father calls down to meet.
A blanket of black velvet
Patted with holes of light
Shrouds the death taken,
Robs the innocence of sight.
This dark masquerade
Evil evolved into art,
A ballad to black velvet,
Each player played the part.
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