The Mistress of Secrets

A haunting thought lives inside
My cluttered, apathetic mind,
Because I found the awful truth.
Lies disrupt my feeble youth.
The wind of life began to bind
What the world has come to be.
The mysteries found are values to me,
Yet are sold to the mistress of our secrets.
They’re given to her if one cannot keep it.
And she is bound, never free.
She is forevermore discrete.
Certainly, her ways you cannot cheat.
For if you try and cheat her duty,
She will take your inner beauty,
And eternally becomes your grim heartbeat.





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