Crimson Masquerade
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play, two maidens dance, their faces hidden away.
Golden masks adorn their features bright, as crimson feathers unfurl, a wondrous sight.
Their eyes, like lanterns in the night, glow with a mystic, otherworldly light.
The air is thick with secrets untold, as they weave a tale of mystery to behold.
With every step, a story's spun, of love, of loss, of hearts forever young.
Their beauty is a mask that hides the truth, a veil that shrouds the depths of youth.
And yet, in their enigmatic gaze, we see a reflection of our own hidden ways.