A whisper of fantasies

Like choires in the wind

Graceful sweet poetry

In the ear of the lover



A poem of bloodstained roses

Shared in an oath

A serenade of desire

And celestial lust



Enchanting voices dying

Soon to be gone

Slowly sleeping away

Never to be heard again



Crimson love set ablaze

By the velvet words that are spoken

In a masquerade of deceitfull illusions



Tasting the nectars of passion

Given by the scarlett woman

Of the everlasting masquerade

Diabolic and seducing

As a spell of the passionate sirens



Promised eternal passion

Fallen in debris

Never to be forgotten

The end of lovers dream



A sombre portrait

Of a dreaming lover

Pledged to a bride

Of the masquerade



...and so the princess of twilight 

disappeared into the unknown.

And then when nightfall came

the beautiful flow of an autumn passion

faded away like a dying flame.

The only memento of emotions

she left was the dirge of the masquerade