The hood and cloak
The figure turned
With eyes that burned
That penetrated my very soul
Those dark cold rings
That steel that clinged
That dagger that pierced my heart
The tears that dropped
Betrayal stopped
Ensnared in mail twine
Now look in my eyes
And surmise
The veil hasbeen torn away
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“Ensnared in mail twine” is the only thing that made me stumble; great read though.