Venetian Masquerade

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.