Realms of Masquerade
Shadows lengthen through waning daylight,
Sapphire sky replaced by deepest night;
Horse drawn carriage before iron gates,
Within, dressed in finery, young maiden awaits.
Down cobblestone path the maiden is shown,
Towards evening filled with wonders unknown.
With mask set in place she enters the hall,
Steps into the Realm of Masquerade Ball.
Beneath ceiling veined in silver and gold,
Eyes widen in awe at what she beholds;
Candlelight flickers, silent shadows dance,
Her body sways, caught in their trance.
In corseted gown, she dances and weaves,
Gargoyles observe from amongst the eaves,
Black feather floats down, lands at her feet,
His eyes shine forth from raven winged seat.
Her heartbeat quickens, she meets his eyes,
Beckoning to her, she gasps with surprise.
She curtseys to him, Raven Prince bows low,
Embraced in his arms, dancing achingly slow.
Twirling about starlit marbled floor,
Guards dressed as skeletons by the door,
Leaping satyrs, ghouls and dark queens,
Masks every shade can here be seen.
With hand on her back, breath on her face,
His moistens lips she wishes to taste -
Prince of Night grants her fervent desire,
One passionate kiss all he doth require.
Maiden surrenders, succumbs to the Fae,
Raven Prince weds her, the very next day.
Her tale now recorded as ancient folklore,
In Masquerade Realm she’ll dance evermore.
© Amanda Lancaster, 2006
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