As The Masks Fall

A pale moon gazes down

On the king of night

Who might he be?

So shrouded in fright

Ghostly figure

No one knows his way

Who is the demon?

She won't ever say.

An angel's complexion

Pale as the midnight sun

Gifted as God's equal

Could she be the one?

Green eyes aglow,

Blankly staring past

Where is she?

Could she be the last?

Dancing slowly

Through the darkened halls

Take off the masks

Watch them as he falls