Masquerade

09/22/09

Masks dance through the halls and the rooms
There walks a Red mask, a Green mask, and a Black
A room for joy, a room for peace, a room for doom
In hand a heart, in hand a leaf, in hand a noose and a woven sack

In the room of red, festive tunes play
Red splashes on the walls, ceiling and floor
"Good to see you...", "I love you.", is what people say
Joys, happiness, pleasures and laughs are behind the red door

On the door to the right, entwined are the flowers and vines
No tune is played, no noise, no voice, only a silence unseen
Noiseless water trickles and birds chirp, a dimension of zero times
Calming and peaceful room, men and ladies of green

Then there is the last door in the hall, drenched in blackness
The wall are filled with hopeless, lightless holes
Hate, guilt, sadness, loneliness, nothing without unreasonable painlessness
Deeper than the deepest cavern, a place where no mole goes

Masks float through the halls and rooms
There dances a Red mask through the red door
There walking a Green, into the green door
And here comes seducing the mask of doom
Blind souls pick the black door