A whisper of fantasies
Like choires in the wind
Graceful sweet
poetry
In the ear of the lover
A poem of bloodstained
roses
Shared in an oath
A serenade of desire
And celestial
lust
Enchanting voices dying
Soon to be gone
Slowly
sleeping away
Never to be heard again
Crimson love set
ablaze
By the velvet words that are spoken
In a masquerade of
deceitfull illusions
Tasting the nectars of passion
Given by
the scarlett woman
Of the everlasting masquerade
Diabolic and
seducing
As a spell of the passionate sirens
Promised
eternal passion
Fallen in debris
Never to be forgotten
The
end of lovers dream
A sombre portrait
Of a dreaming lover
Pledged to a bride
Of the masquerade
...and so the
princess of twilight
disappeared into the unknown.
And then when
nightfall came
the beautiful flow of an autumn passion
faded away
like a dying flame.
The only memento of emotions
she left was the
dirge of the masquerade