MASQUERADE
Photo: © Carnival by Giles Heather
Hot as Aztec orange and gold Passion turned to rust Your love once pure as sunlight Reduced to simple lust. Passion found the dark and brooding night, Covered with lies and self-fulfillment. Alienated from your talent and delight, You cried out for enrichment. You stole the gems from Earth’s great store To emulate the light. That brilliance within your halls Now lost to other people's sight. In citrine crested walls with diamond ceiling stars You dance alone on polished amber floors. Enchanted by your rubied-chambered heart, You fool yourself that love lies right outside your doors! You dwell there beyond the city lights, Beguiled beyond illusion. Thinking brilliant days and splendid nights Are not just mere delusion.
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