Mirrorless Halls

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An exotic citadel to capture them all,

in the boundless depths of the mirrorless halls.

The mirror in his palm reveals the face of the faceless,

an imperceptible vessel coiled in a heart of thorns.

Intense nervousness renders him tasteless,

snuffed out by flames that flicker in mortals scorned.

How does it feel to be locked in the master's cage?

imprisoned by waves of the ancient devil's rage.

The face of a monster reflects the voyeur's soul,

in the house where eyes love to tell lies.

Shifting through endless halls and taking his toll,

while the song of midnight sings of demise.

Glaring from the hallowed pit of lifeless specters,

there's a reason they call him the soul collector.

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