The Faulty Masquerade

Special thanks to Julia Jarzyna for her artwork seen in the cover image.

Gripped, as if by magic,

Love twists its twisted dance,

Contorted and tragic,

The Bachelor missed his chance.

Provoked out of thin air,

He scowled an intent scowl,

And frightened by his glare,

She threw in the towel.

He begged and pleaded,

Her gold locks were in their prime,

With his wrath not needed,

She didn't have the time.

For he, who ventured into unpleasant gesture,

Despite his visage, she conceded,

He was not worth conjecture —

She left him for the Princess.

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