Bal Masque

The dawn of anticipated darkness, Pierces these gilded walls. The smoulder of sinister heat arising- An entombment of dreams. Let us raise our chalices of stars To toast these woodland creatures emerging. From beyond the drapes of tasseled velvet, Through the seeps by light of moon. Find the phantoms that dwell in lit shadows; They stray to the rhythm of unwhispered truths. Is this magic that lifts these masks afloat? Oh, look around! There’s one more behind you! I behold you, silken facade, By glimpses across the candelabra. Do you feel the coming Of our night’s story awaiting a beginning. Take care to not unmask these veils For no revelations should come alight. As our hands embrace and we glide, Feigning ignorance in only this night.