Aberdeen - The Great Masquerade
I have a story to tell you
I knew this girl back in Aberdeen
Eyes of a deep ocean opal
With a fierce likeness to a sun beam
You'll only know what I tell you
Half a tale spun out of scandal and solitude
She followed me back home to London
All for a candle that kept the wick blue
This dream remains evergreen
I've been there once or twice in spirit
Sipping whiskey down in Aberdeen
I say all of this freedom's illicit
Come face to face with my ingenuity
She's on her way back to Essex
Amongst the six degrees of rusted vanity
She left a full throttled stain on my reputation
This subtle babble is perennial
I leave red torrents hinting my abdication
But Aberdeen is on the cusp of denial
Ruining my valiant intentions
Once all of this is done and dusted
I forget what it all means
Deep in the fading silence do I question
Do I really need this misery?
I still recall how her whispers flutter
As soft as the lace on her waist and her wrist
Naming my ego in the violet of twilight
Forever tethered to forbidden trysts
I've objectified how she's misplaced my senses
Carving hollows in my memories of Aberdeen
Alas when she finally calls off my defenses
It echoes only through the mist of my being
Combing through the braids of my insincerity
I find my way back to beloved Aberdeen
Masqueraded in the fear of a fatal serendipity
Aberdeen, what a hold you have on me.
-auctor
September 11th, 2025

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