In shadows deep, where secrets hide,
A form unseen, a tale untied.
Shape-shifting whispers through the night,
A phantom dance, elusive light.
From creature's claw to a human guise,
A trickster's mask, a lover's eyes.
In moonlit hours, the truth revealed,
Illusions spun, yet the fate is sealed.
A soul adrift in twilight's gleam,
A shattered dream, a fleeting scheme.
Shape-shifting heart, a restless soul,
In search of peace, to make it whole.
Beware the shadows, ever near,
Where truth and lies may disappear.
For in the realm where forms collide,
Shape-shifting the hearts, in love abide.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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