| Mystical Masquerade |
| A mystical moment in the hands of time
Suspend the Masquerade without reason or rhyme; Haunting ethereal music box melodies Drift through the halls of darkness. The Man in the Moon observes with delight A shadow vanishing under the cloak of night, Rushing storm breath through the crumbling trees Cold shiver of fearful anticipation. A flash of lightning paints the inky sky, An Artist's palette lingering near by, Splashes of silver, grey, purple and red Shatter the distant dark horizon. Snatched from this place of mortal dread, Back through the dark halls I have fled, The music box melodies long since ceased And my nightmare disappears... Copyright(c)2005M.A.Anderson Brisbane, Australia Word count: 107 |
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