Mary Lynch
"No! this face is only a mask, a wicked ornament,
illuminated by an exquisite grimace,
Look and see, atrociously contorted,
The real head, and the sincere face
Turned back under the shadow of the face which lies."
ARCTURUS
"La Masquerade Infernale"
"From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that look the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
the charming jester's smile
which invites reason to demise
and imaginations rise
Inscrutable yes, venting his spleen
Somewhere night and day between
Is the master of disguise."
"Cause here is where our ways will part
I will not exchange this power,
spring of my suffering,
I do not envy the conscience pure
of the blind man in his bliss world
I would not be devoid the fruit of guile."
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