floating with every step
with an inquiring beauty.
Unknown faces,
hidden intentions,
sauntering down the round
golden staircase
awaiting the ball.
United in dance,
together as one.
Hands clasp together,
guiding the pretense of truth.
The emotional apathetic
The blissful depressed,
The lonely leader,
The angry lover,
dancing in unison
in the opal night.
A few words whispered
and the mask cascades off.
The lies extinguish,
the agony exceeds
the quiet eyes.
The sapphire heart shatters
as the feeling of descent
whips from beneath,
dragging down
into the inflamed shadow.
The red ink ruins the extravagant black dress.
The opaque black pearls crack.
The lace black gloves stained.
The impurity of lies.
I think its a good twist at the end.
ReplyDeleteI would add more detail in some areas, make the line longer, because right now its a lot of short little lines and they lose their own effect if they are all the same length. Some variation with a short powerful line every now and again would make it much more effective.