~ masquerade ~

1}}
suspended by silvery spiderwebs;
among what appeared to be a
baroque parade ov the eleganté,
{the pretty, pretty ones.}

their frail glittery veils,
some sort ov glamorous-magic…
the eloquence, chipped with off-key blather.

pretty, pretty princesses dressed
in ruffled baby-blue ball gowns,
desperate steps staggered,
as their plastered slippers ov pewter,
pinched gnarled feet.

and the roses...
always full ov such arrogant beauty
mocked at my silent awkwardness —

whilst lonely lady slippers
still waited for their princes to arrive —
regarded me with soft empathy.

my love, well, my love
was beside me, a moment ago;
my love, so quietly slipped away
always dancing towards those pretty, pretty ones’…
beguiling smiles —

whilst i was left standing, abandoned,
and ignored…stitched heart, unraveled,
thrice times torn —

a mask of radiance shone on their faces…
secretly bled out their deceitfulness…
my love, well my love’s face
didn’t seem so golden anymore —

whilst i tried to waltz with ashen night shades.

2}}

during the thirteenth hour,
eventually, all gathered,
& so, the voices drew nearer,
the amethyst moonlight,
became ever so clearer,
the birch trees began
to sway in reverse pirouettes —

whilst ashen night shades,
mercifully tried to hide me.

3}}

then, unexpectedly, i soon found myself draped
in the velvet warmth from
ten thousand candelabras,
whilst violent, astral storms,
whispered sweetly to
me that it's time i departed...

[&] hourglasses’ shattered glasses —
spilled its pyrite sands, turned into garnet jewels;
as splinter’d fragments from ornate mirrors
sliced through diamond-shaped mouths…

& those pretty, pretty princesses
with their tongues, teeth, flesh detached—
{{weren’t so pretty, pretty nevermore.}}

~ so, i suddenly stopped...
tearing apart arrogant rose petals...

for ridiculing me…
from the start.
.
#darkfairytale

© ms.barrie