A Demon's Masquerade...

“Wear a Mask….”They say.

“Wear a Mask….”They tell me.

“Wear a mask, for at the stroke of midnight-

You will let them see who you really are.”

But the swirling colors,

The beautiful chaos,

The deadly sweet cold,

The eerie eyes staring at you,

Behind such beautiful masks-

What sort of Masquerade could this be?

The fake happy smiles-

The tragically sad expressions-

The raucous silent laughter-

“Join us! Join us!” They laugh and cry.

And me? What do I do?

What do I do but join them?

A Masquerade they say-

Is to hide your true face,

To be something you are not.

But What am I to begin with?

Am I sad?

I am Sad.

Am I happy?

I am Happy.

Am I a contradiction? A mess inside?

I am a mess inside…..

The woman in red whisks in with the smell of roses,

Her lips as crimson as the finest velvet,

Her skin fairer than the snow outside-

But her eyes, those eyes beneath her crimson mask-

Dead to the world,

They bear into the soul,

They sear with such agony-

What could there be left of thee?

What sort of Masquerade could this be?

Except a masquerade of darkness…..

The scarlet drink inside their clinking glasses,

Like blood against virgin snow.

Those bleak eyes that stare at me,

That haunting malicious waltz,

That halts and lurches like a limp-gaited horse-

The things of my nightmares,

As the glamour of the hall melts away-

I see the darkness within.

Not even the stroke of midnight,

I can see the illusion fading away-

The hall is dark and broken,

Dancing with the souls of the soulless-

Empty shells, I have, all along,

Been dancing with these empty shells-

Who drink their virgin blood,

And stumble through their halting dance….

At the stroke of midnight-

The hour I now dread,

The masks come off as planned-

And am I surprised?

To find demons in my wake?

No, I should say I am not.

I have known all along-

And yet still I danced with them.

And the woman in red-

She removes her mask-

And she shows the world….

She shows the world that she is me.

She is not the beautiful, strong, woman

That the demons had thought-

She is only me.

We are one and the same.

That crimson woman will always be a part of me-

I will always remember the night I danced with the demons…

The night I ran for my life….

And left my mask behind…..

I will always remember the night I let the Demons inside….

Because they have never left, Not for a single moment-

Ever since that night...

Reviews

[JC]

dark and passionate and great for Halloween!

[LillithImmaculate]

This poem is beautiful and very elegantly written. A message that reaches to the very soul of the reader. :) I absolutely love it.

[Sami Khalil]

An eerie feeling to this wonderful write...:)........

[Playing with Demons]

This has an eerie honest elegance that I LOVE! This is great!
Keep writing!

[lily]

Well done :)
I really like this.

[Elizabeth Marie O'neil-..]

I loved it. The writing is good and the poem is beautiful. Sometimes you have to dance with demons to leave the mask behind. I really liked this. Thank you for sharing. (:

[Dr. Wood ?]

very interesting poem...I suppose many people live behind masks as they go about their daily routine, I liked the reference to empty eyes staring through a gaudy mask....Painted smiles are common in the world as so many people are as false as they come

[Catherine Frain]

This is so cool. The thoughts that demons can be hiding everywhere is very creative. It is unique and I loved it. This was well written and parts sent chills down my spine as I read this. ~ Katie.
The poem was long but interesting at best, it was a beautiful and almost nostalgic story that was told by you I was very intriguing. Elliott.

[EmaleighLynn]

Wow. This is a very interesting poem. The ideas it gives me are frighting and terrible. I have to say, though, I love this. It's truth, in a twisted way. We all have our own demons, whether we know it or not. I think of mine now. I expect we've all had moments where we "dance with the demons." Thanks for writing this. I'm shelving it.