Venetian Masquerade
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Amidst the whispers of a bygone day,
A gathering of mystic forms unfolds,
Their faces hidden, secrets untold.
With feathers, jewels, and intricate design,
They dance beneath the Venetian sky's pale shine.
Their masks, a canvas of art and guile,
Conceal the truth, and reveal the smile.
In this grand ball, where mystery reigns,
The wearers of the masks sustain their refrains.
Their beauty is a veil, a mystic shroud,
That beckons us to step into the crowd.
And in their eyes, a story's spun,
Of dreams, desires, and hearts that are won.
The night air vibrates with their delight,
As they weave a spell, both wondrous and bright.
In this nocturnal realm, they reign supreme,
Their masked identities, a mystic dream.