Ghostly Masquerade Ball
Come one, Come all,
To the Masquerade Ball,
Into this dream,
You'll soon start to fall,
Ghostly figures,
They start to dance,
Hiding dead eyes
Behind beautiful masks,
Shimmering forms,
A beautiful waltz,
Sweet sounding music,
That plays on and on,
Watching in awe,
Not able to move,
As smooth moving figures
Dance around you,
In a new dress,
You put on your mask,
And start to dance
With a shimmering man,
No longer able to leave,
You join this sweet dance,
Flowing with music
You've lost your chance,
So come one, come all,
In this dream you'll soon fall,
Die and join us,
In this Ghostly Masquerade Ball.
poem by Kelly Aragon
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