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Twas' upon one morbid, tumultuous eve
a most abstruse, peculiar call did I recieve
At first advance, I thought him a jester
prior to his supplication, I should encounter his master
To what point and prospect ? This I did inquir
struck by art, my presence did he require
A duration was I to frugally remain
the whole ensemble was rather insane
To play geust within an outlanders manor
and strenuously design this mans equal banner
The dreary estate sat beyond willows weeping
ubiquitously was the haunted darkness creeping
Faded by gales oft' passed
I reached the manor, my objective at last
Cumbrous were the doors of oak dark and soaken
without avail of hand, for me, did they open
Treading within, a voice aside did alarm
a shadow assured, "I will do you no harm"
From untold darkness approached Master Sable
upon his face an arcane mask of long ere fable
" What riddle untold beneath do you hide?"
I asked rather fearfully as he progressed to my side.
" In time my dear, to you alone I will confide"
"as long as my austere rule you abide"
This he impressed as he offered his arm to my hand
" What inexplicable will is your command?"
"Stay you must till my portraits complete
or else you remain till deranged ... obsolete"
Gazing into his phantom orbs of authority
I felt a possesion, a losing minority
Labour I will till the vocation is through
but how to prevail sane...till then what to do?
Late that night he came into my chamber
gripping the brush, I felt myself waver
He peered at me dominately through the hollows of the mask
as I quickly, resolutely began my task
Abruptly my insides seized forth by a crick
for the mask of mystery he proceeded to evict
A grimace of autonomy he then liberated
I dropped my brush, my pallete, this horror undebated
A scream dismissed, I fell cuffing my head
he mindfully retrieved me, and laid me benevolently upon the bed
Ever will my soul here be held
my freedom is his, evermore impelled
The etch of the damned I can never finish
in his arms my spirit ... blighted to diminish
So if fear himself ever offers to remove his facade
avert your eyes ... or eternal fidelity must be inescapably paid
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