Blue Masquerade
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Five maidens gather, masks in array,
Their blue attire, like sapphire's gleam,
Echoes of Venice, a mystic dream.
With headdresses tall, and jewels bright,
They weave a spell, a wondrous sight,
Their faces hidden, yet eyes reveal,
A tale of mystery, a story to conceal.
In this watercolor world, they reign,
Lords of fantasy, in blue domain,
Their beauty is a gift, a treasure rare,
A moment's magic, beyond compare.
The city's grandeur, a backdrop grand,
A stage for masquerade, in this mystic land,
Where identities blur, and secrets sleep,
And the blue-clad maidens, their vigil keep.