Chagrined watchmen repurpose their costumes. Dubious decisions of skin. Confront the illusion. Spoiling the romantic marriage of lies and love. The future thunders in her ears as the cloak comes off again. We are all in disguises. Some of us just have better ones.
The clank of metal monsters in her sleep. Constantly wakes her up. Tomorrow artfully shrugs on the makeup of our nightmares. Modest devils in their ragged costumes called men.
The gorilla in her prom gown dances with so many vampires before she notices the blood. The witch casts her spell on the pirate. He steals only for her. It's a droll charade. This night or any other. The colorful fishnet tights and the latex faces. This hollow costume that once was.
The hero.
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