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Midnight Masquerade


Enter a night of painted smiles on steel,
and steel on fabric, fabric over flesh,
meticulous, each mouth a rose-red gash,
and eyes of ash on marble. They conceal
intentions, thoughts, desires, fueled with zeal.
The sky graced with a full moon,
spread across a garden of scarlet and blue.
Anonymous souls, kindred spirits.

Enter a broken mirror, for no-one is so brash
to smash the spell, to peel their skin.
It wearies him. Tonight, he shuts his door.
While beauty crumbles; eyes stare, unwilling.
His cloned bare skin, each wrinkle, grey as sin.
And he is never certain anymore;
one heart to feel, another heart to wear.
Which is without, and which the one within?