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The night is her mantle, bare are her feet
she lights up her candle and walks the street.
Walk the night and follow the cobbled street
till you find the place.
Ancient walls where mist is merging
what is real with what might come to be.
Her hands draw illusions, weird is her stance,
exhaled from her vision veils of mist dance.
Paintings are adorning the courtyard where
silence muffles sounds,
in one of them a woman is standing,
now she moves, her eyes intense on you.
From the painting she is aiming towards you,
if you stay there she will meddle with you too.
If you let her she will swallow up your mind,
she will catch you and you’ll be dragged inside.
Behind her shape black shadows move along
a narrow shady lane,
oblivious of the paths they’re treading
they just keep on walking round and round.
From the painting she is aiming towards you,
if you stay there she will meddle with you too.
If you let her she will swallow up your mind,
she will catch you and you’ll be dragged inside

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