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In a realm where tongues dance with flair,
I speak with a twist, a timbre that's rare.
Pursue my prey, the spelling is weak,
My words often wander, their meaning oblique.
From a date displaced, my origins stray,
Eludes you all, or so I portray.
A touch of defiance, a penchant for lies,
In matters of passion, my spirit defies.
Embracing the specter and a shadow of might,
Artistry is cloaked in a screen of night.
Who am I?
