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Black Masquerade
Patrick Goins
13 Jan 2003
The sky has turned a rather interesting hue Bright burnt sienna mixed with crimson pink But I haven't time to think such idle thoughts I have no time to sit around and idle in repose Tonight is a joyous, glorious night Tonight is a looming, gloomy, undying night We will talk of things that no one thinks And dance the dance of remembrance We will sing the songs that no one sings All the while not really knowing why Clinking tipped glasses filled to the brim And drinking in the drunkenness of the air If you stop a second you can almost hear A thousand voices all cheering in agreement No one has seen anything quite like tonight No man or woman has felt like this in years So the party continues on into the hours Morning comes but is strangely ignored As the warm sun touches down on the cool earth Cold lifeless hands almost reach for illumination Night passes on into another day And questions slowly begin to plague you What happened at the party the night before? I think I will have to tell you the truth Death, like a hunter, stalks us all There are some that bear a mark he made Fate brings them like lambs to slaughter And they are harvest of the black masquerade
Poe-esque... I suppose... who knows
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