Welcome to the masquerade – where charm conceals the sharpest lies.
The world adores its masquerade,
a stage where masks are deftly played.
I glide among them, silk and grace,
a gentle smile upon my face.
They never glimpse the fangs I hide,
the hunger coiled beneath my pride.
I whisper comforts, stroke their fears,
then drink the salt of secret tears.
Deception is my finest art,
I thread my lies through every heart.
A rumor here, a poisoned word –
by dawn, their loyalties are blurred.
Their trust is perfume on my skin,
their downfall tastes like sweetest sin.
I bow, I charm, I lead the dance,
each step a sharpened, lethal chance.
For masks reveal what truth conceals:
that elegance corrupts, and heals.
The world believes the role I play –
and begs me not to go away.
The dance ends, but I remain – your shadow in the masquerade.