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Serendipity's Serenade
The muse's blessing, curse and final release
Into the hands of your keeper
Who is himself afraid of the fury in your eyes
A power unbeknownst to those
Who would consider themselves your equal
The simpleness of your surrender and
Of your discernment
Which really matters not.
As you disdain the ones of false face
Enraged by the smirks you cannot see
Which aren't there
Inspired by
The punishment of the fallen ones
Sitting pretty in a row
Never knowing they're next
You ask where you fit in
With a superior mask of surprise
But you know the answer
You yourself hide
In the façade
Of the ballroom masquerade
While they drink to your overthrow of power
And dance to
Serendipity's serenade.
