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Scottish Rite Temple

She closed all the curtains,
banished the light.
Left me with naught
but eternal twilight.
Examined my life
with dull dentist’s pick.
Haughtily declaring
what parts are sick.

Into my dreams
with curiosity did plunge.
Promised her fire
demons could expunge.
Left me quite shattered;
mere shell of a man.
Then with a smirk said,
“Let’s do it again.”

Which is more painful,
disease or the cure?
Don’t know what’s certain,
still nothing is sure.
Fire consumes me
that no one can see.
Perpetual darkness,
eternal fight.