Masquerade Sisters

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Two sisters stand, in masquerade array, Their faces hidden, yet revealed in part, By golden masks, and feathers that impart, A tale of mystery, of secrets untold, Of whispers shared, in the silence cold. Their eyes, like lanterns, glowing bright, Pierce through the veil, of night's dark light, Their lips, a promise, of a story spun, Of love, of loss, of dreams yet to be won. The red and gold, a fiery splendor shine, As they stand together, in a bond divine, Their hearts, aflutter, like birds in flight, As they dance, in the masquerade's delight.