A/N: this is the first poem of one of my newest series, got some inspiration from a few Poe works, can you guess which ones?
Masquarade Ball
-Live of lies-
"Child still innocent
take my hand, look out of your
World of Dreams.
Rake my hand and look around,
look at the people around you,
They are all fools
dancing in they own Death...
...in this Masquarade Ball.
Dancing and laughing
with hidden faces.
Look at all those smiling
and shining Masks.
Live is a mad dance,
a Masquarade Ball till Death.
When he comes...
...the Mask will fall,
then his is the pleasure of
the Last Dance.
Take my hand and look around,
this live is filled with lies.
You can never see behind
the Mask, the fake smile...
...in this Masquarade Ball.
When you grow up,
you will join this mad Ball,
Loosing your true face,
dreams, hopes, soul...
This filthy live is filled
with lies and sins.
Everyone is dancing
they mad dance till Death arriwes.
Live is a Masquarade Ball,
everyone is hiding they
true faces.
Child still innocent
take my hand, look out of your
World of Dreams..."