Phantom Of The Masquerade

There is only one kind of gathering this man will go to

The kind that no one has to know who he is

If you see him then he is wearing that mask

White and crimson that makes it look like he is dead

Oh but there is something about him

The fact that he doesn't speak

The way he carries himself

And his eyes

Those beautiful blue eyes

They put me in the deepest of trances every time I look at them

So I am going to throw a ball

A masquerade

 

At my masquerade I waited for him

My... phantom

I consumed drink after pitiful drink

I waited getting ever more desparate for him to arive

As time went on a man took my hand

He lead me to the dance floor and I noticed his mask

It was white and crimson and he looked like he was dead

With a smile on my face I allowed him to lead

We danced till long after my guests had taken their leave

Though before I knew it

And sad I was when it happened

He too had left me

My phantom of the masquerade

Reviews

[Jessica]

Beautiful. I really liked the imagry you give and the emotion. Very well done :)

[Sumit Kumar Gupta]

This was so beautiful! I really liked the idea of dancing in ball with unknown dead man for whom she felt!Nice piece of work!

[Hannah Monttkomepy]

This was amazing. I loved the phantom of the opera so I'm kinda obsessed with phantom like things and this was spectacular. At the middle of the second stanza I kinda lost the flow of the poem though. But I think a comma or two would fix that. Again, amazing job.