Masquerade,
My false hope,
Born upon such hatred,
I hide my face,
Sweet Masquerade.
Blindness is your mistress,
Lead her to the floor,
Dance with masks held tight,
Hope luck has left you more.
Masquerade,
Blind you try,
Your tears are hidden,
None shall know,
Sweet Masquerade.
You get so close to them,
Guided by your holy task,
What they never knew they find,
Judging not that which you mask.
Masquerade,
Our secret revenge,
My one night to shine,
Then return again,
Sweet Masquerade.
My dear sweet,
Masquerade.
(Note: I wrote this from a POV of someone like phatom of the opera. The rejected getting one chance to play the part of someone else. Revenge can be good.)