The two spirits trapped in the same husk argued for an age
Over who sould control the visage
That neither had sought
But with which both were trapped
In time, they came to an accord
With halting hands the husk carved and painted two masks
One for the bound spirit
One for the lost soul
They made an accord for six days out of each week
Three for one mask and three for the other
Three for sadness, anger, and hope
Three for regret, vengeance, and dreaming
And the seventh day was for the husk
Maskless to sit in memory of the flown essence
Its open face a memorial

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