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Antidote
The demonic masks in which dance around this ballroom are to be avoided.
At an attempt to tempt is a please to what they want to possess.
Dancing with the jester under the moon's light is a sight into the darkside.
Disguised in full mode, a white door flickers impatiently.
The poison sets in as the stars fall slowly to earth.
The vial of this antidote only lasts until the sky blackens.
Her red velvet dress is ripped away from evil, soon tossed with the others.
Ice cold wind pricks every nerve and shatters what's warm.
Open what's closed so what shines will embody the soul's awakening.
Be gone with the black, good day with its eyes.
