Sunday, November 18, 2012

Masquerade




Vibrant, chic dress,
Gems sparkling in the night,
Dressed to impress,
To catch sight.

She enters the ballroom;
Her face you cannot see,
Like a flower she blooms;
Tonight, your princess, she'll be.

Of gold, of red and of green,
Of many colours is her mask,
Of blue, of silver, even aquamarine;
To dance, her, you want to ask.

Her face you cannot see,
Who is she?
A mystery!
Your princess, she'll be.

You dance; you look into her eyes,
An enigma she remains;
At the end you bow and rise,
To see her disappear in flames.

She vanished as she had come;
Taking your breath away.
For the night, she was the one,
In the end, the butterfly-masked girl fluttered away…

Her face, you did not see,
Her name, you did not catch;
A creature, a mystery
That none can solve nor catch!