Masquerade Ball Macabre
MASQUERADE BALL MACABRE
clash of swords and ebony bones,
this masquerade ball quickens her pulse.
her mask’s sutured to her face.
panic embraces her opaque eyes.
silver flashes, like lightening bolts, to win her hand.
spectres did hypnotize her, thus paralyzed and
abandoned to this land of obscurity.
she reaches out to plead, in a grave moment of despair.
her white gown gutted, spills crimson from her limb.
Esmeralda remains aloof for the juncture of the clash.
head throbs from the sound of shrieking bones.
likewise, the wound pounds, as her heart sinks further south,
into oblivion, building a veneer of defiance towards eventual death.
pitch black horror and melting wax of a ghostly moon devours,
what’s left of her innocence. Her silent screams grow ever stronger.
the clash of swords and ebony bones have gone quiet.
5/28/2017
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