Enchantments Iridescence

The tune of ardent.

Under ink blue skies.

A sight so sublime.

Is the shade in me,

All that you see?

Upon this moonlit glade,

A poem in the eye.

A key to the tearful heart.

Play the lure.

He gave to her.

The spirit of a lie.

Pale enchantress haunted by a sigh.

A coward hallowed out by scorn.

Enchantments iridescence.

The End

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