The Twilight Enticer,

A mysterious poetic, survivor.

From seeing nothing but darkness,

Only to find light and happiness.

He sits there in dark,

Control those who foolishly hark.

To help save the unexpected,

To deny the foolishly accepted.

He sighs with great disdain,

Yet in his palette, euphoric words remain.

Not to be said aloud,

But only in silence they are proud.

Why he is here is the mystery,

Follow in his story a encrypted history.

Be beguiled by his word,

To find yourself lost in his world.

You think you may begin to know,

The puzzle pieces began to show;

The hidden truth behind what lies,

The answer is written in the lines.

My heart lies in my lines

- The Twilight Enticer