Faces covered by masks,

As both dance their sensual dance,

Covered by the dark of the night

At the black masquerade.

The raven

Oh how seductive is he

He is dressed like all of the guests to be cloaked in the night

Expect for his eyes ,a ravishing red .

He turns those garnets to face his partner the shy and solemn butterfly, with eyes a startling blue.

Making this the beginning of the story, just a simple introduction, a prelude.

Both dance, twist and intertwine,

Bodies moving harmoniously to the melody of the night.

But what takes place wrong or right stays here

at the black masquerade.

Red and blue.

Hot and cold .

Neither lover nor enemy

Neither Friend nor foe.

But who would know?

For the masks and the lack of light covers these characters true faces

At the black Masquerade