He smiles sweetly through
his mask
He bids me drink his golden
flask
The smell intoxicating
grows
The scent of brandy fire
flows
 | |
| He smiles sweetly through his mask |
Again i tell him all I've
seen
He laughs aloud, his eyes
flash green
His arm entraps my
shivering form
His coldness keeps me fully
warm
He sees me through his
carriage door
Away with he, I ride once
more
The drink within me starts
to churn
I feel my throat begin to
burn
As I fall, choking, to my
knees
His laughter echoes in the
breeze
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