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
