Masquerade

Masquerade

Who would have thought

the part I played

was serving wine

from a silver tray

As guests I sought

wandering or stayed

in their coupled rhyme

at the Masquerade

With intricate masks

and tailored threads

the mood was free

and charm was spread

So was my task

through laughing heads

to serve, not see

the inner dreads

But round about

the midnight hour

when mystery held

it's strongest power

I heard this shout

a stronghold's tower

was quickly felled

and spirits cowered.

And every face

came bright and clear

I saw each life

and felt each fear

And wondered of this fragile race

Of all we hold so dear

why hide with costume the inner strife

and not look in the mirror

I left that night and walking slow

I cried for each I saw

And prayed that light would let them know

He died - for all.