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We were dancers all
In the masquerade
We were innocent
Of the part we played
We just revelled in
The bizarre parade
Merely dancers in
The black masquerade

Of the deaths that came
In our merry wake
We are innocent
Just a sad mistake
We’re just players here
For the highest stake
Nothing we could gain
Or we sought to take

They’ll portray us grim
In the aftermath
Not the gaiety
Of our glittering path
But we’ll pay the price
And in full not half
Dancing on the bones
Of the aftermath

We were dancers all
In the masquerade
Fully innocent
Of the pacts they made
But we held the form
When we should have strayed
So we’re lost within
This black masquerade

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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6 Responses to Masquarade

  1. oldpoet56 says:

    Very nice, I enjoyed it so I am going to reblog it for you.

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