The ball begins.
Masks glisten in the faint light,
As we dance,
Our feet tap the marble.
Eyes meet,
Hearts run wild,
Masks cover,
The ball draws to a close,
We bow,
Drawing one final look into eyes of deceit,

Home we arrive,
Only to be confronted with,
A mirror,
The mask slips off,
We are not the mask,
The mask is us.