The Veil of Vanity

The Veil of Vanity

written by: Edward Wraith

Peel back the flesh, reveal what lies beneath,
The hidden depths, where our true selves seethe,
For beneath the mask of our vanity,
Lies the heart of our darkest humanity.

Lift the veil, let truth be revealed,
The secrets of our souls, long concealed,
For in this world of shadows and pain,
We must confront the darkness to find our gain.

Gaze upon the face of mortality,
And see the beauty in our frailty,
For what is life without finality,
But a mere illusion of our immortality.

And in this dance of light and shade,
We find ourselves lost in a grand charade,
For what is love but a fleeting dream,
A flame that flickers, then fades in the extreme.

So peel back the flesh, and see the truth,
That in this world of shadows and youth,
We are but mere mortals, frail and weak,
Living a life that is fleeting and bleak.

Lift the veil of vanity, and see the light,
That illuminates the darkness of our sight,
For in this world of shadows and pain,
We must confront the darkness to find our gain.

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Edward Wraith

Edward Wraith, a phantom poet hailing from an 18th-century Massachusetts town, is a spectral wordsmith and conjurer of the supernatural. In the quivering candlelight of Victorian parlors, where love was a dance shrouded in lace and whispers, I, Edward Wraith, find my poetic muse. Born with a penchant for the dark, gothic macabre, my verses unravel the intricate tales of love that unfolded in the shadows of that era. Victorian romance, with its elaborate courting rituals and clandestine exchanges, weaves itself into the fabric of my poetry. I draw inspiration from the subtle nuances of courtship, where a gloved hand extended meant more than mere touch—an intimate connection veiled in societal formalities. Yet, beyond the romantic façade, there lies a fascination with the macabre. The Victorian era’s obsession with death, mourning rituals, and the mysterious gave rise to a unique blend of romance and darkness. I delve into this juxtaposition, where love and the macabre intertwine like ivy on a Gothic arch.

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