Frank Hayden
Worshiped by many, on the outside you seemed so bright
A brook gleaming with bliss
A magician with the best of might
Don’t be fooled for this soul can’t be touched in this
A dancing shadow waiting to bite
Eyes glossy with shine, a dark abyss
Inky night feathers blend in so well with his dimming light
An unwanted pest, a screech that sends shivers for none to miss
Hidden in a tree of lies, the shadows protect tonight.
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