In twilight hues, behind the masks they wear,  
Lies secrets hidden, passions unshare.  
A world of mystery, where truths conceal,  
Behind the masquerade, hearts reveal.  
  
  
With every step, a dance divine,  
Their footsteps echo through time.  
Echoes of laughter, whispers of love,  
As masqueraders move above.  
  
  
In this realm of fantasy and dreams,  
Where masks and costumes reign supreme,  
Hope and desire entwine as one,  
And hearts beat faster, in tune.  
  
  
Oh! The magic that unfolds,  
When mortals don disguise and gold.  
For in the masquerade, we find,  
Our true selves, our deepest mind.  
  
  
So let us revel in this night,  
And lose ourselves in delight.  
For when the morning sun appears,  
We'll shed our masks, without fears.