A young man lives
In a shroud of smoke
His staggering steps hidden
For he wears an invisibility cloak
He found it one day
In a cupboard in his room
It promised to hide his secrets
Instead, it became his tomb
To all who looked at him
He looked like he was doing ok
But underneath, he was dying
Being eaten away by decay
The longer he wore it
The more skeletal he got
The more he began to fear
The reaction if he took it off
But as the cloak constricted around him
Slowly he began to see
He would have to face his fear
If he was ever to be free
So one day he took it off
And let the world see what he had become
It was only then that he realised
That he was not the only one
The Invisibility Cloak


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