The Masquerade

Shall we dance our lives away, upon the moonlit floor?
Swept along by falling feathers and abandoned masks,
This beseeching music that cradles thine ears, do you not adore?
Within this world of dazzling color we shall dance,
Never ending, ever twirling, ever wanting more,
With each sweep of silken linen, beautiful designs do collide,
That hide scowls from smiles, truth from lies and ladies from whores,
Come let us enjoy this fragile world with its perfumed clouds,
And roses of every color, its choir of carefree laughter,
Ladies and lords, peasants and scullery maids, all hidden under,
Lace and ribbons, beads and feathers galore,
For that delicate time, there was no discrimination of classes at all,
But when the masks fall off, its off again to war,
Gone were the velvet curtains, the dresses, the gloves,
Away was the music and delectable food,
Women and men alike break their hearts for their forbidden loves,
As they could not see them anymore.