Silver WInd Posted July 23, 2008 Report Posted July 23, 2008 Masquerade Her eyes watched from behind the mask while the music played from somewhere far away Drawn by the song she drifted away, leaving a trail of feathers in her wake Ascending each marble step within the spiral, alone but for the burning flame, hidden away in the shadows She accelerates with each stroke that beckons and guides her way; heart beating faster for fear the silence will come before she uncovers the mistro Images dance within her head lust and love clashing together, cloaked behind crimson curtains draping along dark windows A moment that stretches on beyond time; lost within the maze, dazzled by each new disguise which passes over watching eyes Her fingers slide along the wall which undulates before the fall of the melody A keystroke rings the chime of a clock; the witching hour struck its final tune and there the costumes fall away A dream that shimmers to unravel and beneath the veil reveals the truth which falls like a hammer of a heartbeat Yet there remains upon the floor a fallen mask and a few floating feathers bejeweled in black pearls and ribbons of silk.
Quincunx Posted August 19, 2008 Report Posted August 19, 2008 It's a longer poem than I usually like, but exactly as long as it needs to be. I never got lost except for the keystroke; that's not a term I've ever heard to refer to a piano. Tiny typo: I think you wanted 'maestro' and not 'mistro'. That particular typo made my mind veer towards mistrals--strong winds. Mistral One discordant blast The costumes ripped away veil snatched into the darkness by an unseen hand Windows scream leap like a beating heart rattle, rip, wrench free The mask tumbles convex concave on edge but never still.
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