Follow me through the night,
Dancing with death,
Until the darkness is all we can see.

Place your hand with mine,
A dance without sense of place-
-or time.

As we spin gently around the roses,
Already wilted and lifeless.
But the pink in your cheeks is all I need
To know you’re alive.

The haunting sound of the piano,
The soft keys, slowly getting faster.
I’ll guide our steps, a hand on your waist.

This is our midnight masquerade.

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