As she peers through the grey framed window of time
Playing the scenarios inside her mind
She embraces her unwound reels
Walking gracefully on a tightrope in heels
Her cobwebbed scrolls stowed away
Empty cans, scattered on the floor as she makes her way
She stands there, at her rightful place
With her long-lasting friend ‘Grimace’
The world to her is a place of despair
Swallowed up by the darkness as cheerers glare
The pact she made years ago at a crossroad
Her tarnished soul, at stake, though she glowed
She feels at ease among the strangers there
Enticed by the discreet, the fair
Her friend offered her a world of care
As she looks forward, she took it with her hands bare
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