My cloak is black as night.
My hair, a flame of red light.
My glasses dark, like shadows deep.
My shoes in red silently creep.But my face you won’t behold today,
Beneath the hood, it slips away.Here we meet, this is our start,
The first encounter, guarded heart.
Don’t ask me now to lift the veil,
I’m not yet ready to unveil.Yes, beneath the hood my face will stay,
For now, I keep the world at bay.My cloak is black as deepest sea.
My hair a blaze for none to see.
My glasses dark, my shoes are red,
These are the truths I softly tread.Tell me your tale, reveal your role,
I must unlock your hidden soul.
Only then, the veil will fall,
And you shall glimpse my face—after all.My cloak is black, my hair still red,
My glasses dark, my shoes like thread.
Detective
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2025
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