Her face

I saw her face today, my Lovely Beast.
The meeting was symbolic: on a cross-way,
when I was walking to my home, but She
left hers... Her Cristmas blackish order
can be the last. The haggard face in smile
looked not so well... I understand strange happy
of seeing me... We are not friends. The sky
sent her to show who'd made not once black magic...
Not once, my Beast... I had just a slight guess,
but now I'm sure. There were three signs on this day.
There can be no mistake... I asked the sky a met
to see a foe with my own eyes. It gave new wisdom...
It showed the face... But I can not admit,
that She hates me so much. I've left the road...
I thought it makes her happy, my Sweet Beast.
But She looked sad last time. Her eyes were hollow.
Dark spirits know the universe strict laws
much better us... They'll turn back blackish magic.
Had not been made the paid black crashing job
will find the client to work out payments...

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