they walk in light with face so kind,
leaving the shadows of heart behind.
an angel’s smile through heat of day,
hiding their traps; they set the way.
when dusk arrives the sun sinks low.
the secret face begins to show.
the game is played with hidden hand.
upon a shifting, hollow sand.
they do not walk by rules we know.
where seeds of doubt are left to grow.
trust is a mask they wear a while,
before they trade for darker style.
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