A Masked MasqueradeA Poem by AllisonLook into the moonlight. No, look into the moonlight. Gaze into it's pale brilliance. It's beauty is inexplicable...
Much like yourself now In this supernatural masquerade. A waltz in the center, Followed by a ballad of spring buds. Or maybe winter gales.
You're swept off your feet. You've no words to verbalize The real grace of the crowd. Amazing how such a mass of people Can move in such unison and perfection, no?
Pulled into the legion, You're whisked away in a rush of awe. You're feet are taking you places you never dreamed. Spinning and spinning, gliding through the air. Where shall we go from here?
Dancing... Dancing... Following your aquaintance to unreal destinations. Flushed as a rose petal, you become a part of the union. Minds join, and you truly feel the beauty.
Faster... Faster... You're tossled and dragged in one swift motion. It seems too much, but still you keep on. Faster...
Your ability to go on is dwindling, You've begun to trip over your own masked grace. Faster... Fatigued with unbelieveable greatness, you see... Your ballad is coming to an end...
Eyes shut, Breathing slows. The light is dimming, yet is more vibrant than ever. Has sanity left you completely? How much more can you take?
Falling...Falling...Into a perpetual void... The unity of the people has gone. Now they laugh and yell as they watch you cease, Surrounding you, keeping you away from true salvation. Then it stops.
No voices are heard, nor music is sung. No people in sight, no savior to reach for. All life vanishes. It seems your masked friend has brought you to the end. Shouldn't you have seen it coming?
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