Masquerade
By Relyn Myrthil

Dressed in sequins, taffeta, lace
Each single guest steps with grace
No one stumbles
No one grumbles

Purple, emerald, gold, and red
All the colors are purebred
Every costume is inspected
Everyone already perfected

One appears all in black
With a boom and fire crack
The air is thick and tense
But not all have common sense

One young child did stray too far
In a gown much like a golden star
She lifted his mask to reveal
A stern jaw and eyes a blue teal

All through the night, they danced and spoke
One might have thought that it was a just a joke
But also, it was not
And some were distraught
It is nothing but a masquerade
With a deathly serenade
Where everyone prances
Where everyone dances

The two kindred dreamers
Danced as one like streamers
Her doe brown eyes
His secret now lies

For as lovers they understood
Secrets do not build well, like wood
And she whispered softly, “Remember this, my love
You must let your trust soar, like a dove”

Learn her virtue and understand her wisdom
With such knowledge they ruled their kingdom
In peace, justice, and a moral code
And history thanks them for bearing this load


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