My silence knot is tied up in my hair,
As if to keep my love out of my eyes.
I cannot speak to one for whom I care,
A hatpin serves as part of my disguise.
In the play, my role is baticeer,
A word which here means "person who trains bats."
The audience may feel a prick of fear,
As if sharp pins are hidden in their hats.
My co-star lives on what we call a brae.
His solitude might not be just an act.
A piece of mail fails to arrive one day.
This poignant melodrama's based on fact.
The curtain falls just as the knot unties,
The silence broken by the one who dies.
My Silence Knot -- Lemony Snicket (The Beatrice Letters)
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