In twilight’s shadow, a woman lost and forlorn,
Her beauty stolen, piece by piece,
Sold dream by dream, thus is her heart torn.

Each temptation plucks a petal, a subtle deceit,
Trading time for beauty, the cost grows clear,
Her reflection fades, as darkness takes its seat.

Merciless consumption, a tempest that nears,
Distractions lurk, ready to devour,
Every ounce of grace that once was hers.

Oh, misery, release her from this wicked tower,
Show her a pathway, immersed in light,
Before darkness claims her within its power.

Inner and outer beauty, now a fading sight,
Callous hearts indifferent, consuming with glee,
As her essence fades into the depths of night.

Like deceitful tales, macabre and eerie,
Her spirit, too, corrupted by this twisted dance,
In her desperation, prayers whispered dreary.
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