Masquerade Ball

They wear,


Turquoise feathers,

                     Like Peacocks,

And violet scales,

                     Like Dragons.

They hide,

                      Behind their costumes.

A circus,

                     Of people, wearing rays of rainbows,

They pretend,

                     Painted faces, their gems are fake.

Faceless fools,

                     Beyond their masks,

 They're all the same.

The End

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