Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25825682-20150629034432

Come all! Tonight your imagination races,

Surrounding us is the loathsome year undone.

A Demons trope ensconces, with faces

Embellished in guises handsome,

So the perishable stay in their places.

The spectacle of lust and dreams, where truth is seldom,

As the chorus breathes and chases

The softened anthem.

Fools, in the facade of righteous men austere,

Dance and seduce like a fiendish fay,

But the Fool downtrodden keep the memories’ near.

Puerile puppets all of them, they arrive and play

A request of their empty vanity.

I mask the sphere of their mental brae,

Bestowing from my charity

Forlorn dismay!

Our assorted tragedy, yes, I promise

You’ll never fail to recall!

The eternal realm heartless,

With a throng reveling at every thrall,

Amongst the wires, they sway and spin.

Now trapped in the fantasy,

As much the insanity, but twice the sin,

Yet fear is the main profanity.

See now, abide every Fool’s closing show

A winged shade now hovers overhead!

This boyish thing spreading terrible woe

The scenery of dread!

Look- Look here I am,

All Fools I have misled.

While mortals cry by the shame

They themselves have bred.

Bright, the festive spheres no longer!

Masses quivering as they bawl,

The ring, a cage forever.

Swiftly seized by a malignant squall,

The perishable, tumultuous and dismayed,

Their wishful fantasy a tragedy, a pall

And I say, “Come one come all. Welcome to the masquerade.” 