Masquerade Sisters
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Two sisters dance, their masks in array.
Golden visages, a secret keep,
As they sway, their hearts do softly leap.
Their red attire, a fiery glow,
Echoes the passion that only they know.
With every step, a story's spun,
Of mystery and magic, forever won.
Their ruffled dresses, a whimsical flight,
As they twirl, the night's delight.
In this masquerade, they find their glee,
A bond between them, wild and free.
Their masks, a symbol of their inner sight,
A reflection of the beauty, in the dark of night.
With every glance, a tale is told,
Of sisterhood, a bond that's worth more than gold.
In their eyes, a sparkle shines so bright,
A light that guides them, through the dark of night.