Blue Masquerade

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.