In the glittering sphere of modeling’s call,
A tale unfolds of shadows dark and deep.
Two figures known, by many they enthrall,
Yet accusations stir, where secrets creep.
The judges and contestants found their rest
Within Trump's grand hotel near Central's park,
Where luxury and splendor both attest,
Yet in its halls, unseen, there lies a mark.
Behind the scenes, the master of illusion,
Copperfield, with charm and grace did blend.
Introduced by Casablancas with profusion,
As "Emmy’s magician, my dear friend."
Beside him Trump, with daughter Ivanka bright,
Naomi Campbell, co-hosted the night.
Models young, from lands both far and wide,
With hopes aflame, and dreams so newly spun,
From fourteen years to twenty-one, they'd bide,
In Central's grand contest, pressures begun.
Jenniffer Diaz, just turned eighteen,
Recalled a voice that haunted through the night.
From Copperfield, she claimed, his calls were keen,
Inviting her to chambers out of sight.
A world of glitz, but shadows deep and stark,
Where light and dark within its heart embark.
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