If there's anything about that smile it would be enigmatic.
A vicious rose,
deceptive lilies of the white valley.
That glare was like Medusa with makeup.
Those eyes were clear as the lakes of the alps: clear, majestic. Cold.
Yet hazy as the volcanic forest,
full of mysteries.
But I am the conqueror of the devils.
I'm not scared of you.
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