Masquerade Sisters
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Two sisters dance, in masquerade array,
Their faces hidden, yet hearts revealed,
In golden masks, their secrets concealed.
Their gowns, a rustle of silk and fire,
Red and white, a waltz of desire,
Their eyes, a glimpse of mystery and might,
As they sway, in the silent night.
Their beauty is a whispered promise,
A fleeting glimpse of a hidden truth,
A moment's magic, a lifetime's proof,
That in the mask, we find our youth.
Their lips, a rosebud's tender kiss,
Invite the viewer to a secret bliss,
Their presence is a mystic, mystic spell,
That beckons us to a hidden dell.
In this masquerade, we find our own,
Reflections of a heart that's unknown,
A journey through the veil of night,
To a place where love and mystery take flight.