On a mid-summer night,
The sky is darkly pleasant,
Everyone is out of sight,
Only their dressed-up figures are present.
I come alone,
My clothes wrinkled and dry,
And if I had known,
I would've brought a tie.
I come in a hopeful tone,
And even as hard as I try,
I know I'll be prone,
To have my spirits die.
The streets are bright,
This baroque night,
The mansion stands massive,
The air surrounding's passive.
Inside it's a blur,
Ladies accompanied by their sir,
The flash of candlelight,
A dash of feet in the night,
The ceremony has begun.
The women's dresses are flowing,
Men's golden watches are glowing,
And though the music's rhythm is growing,
Only plastic faces are showing.
The woman hides her pretty face,
What can she show,
Besides her own grace?
While the man prefers his facial cover,
So tonight he won't be recognized by his lover.
My mask is full of expression,
Joy, Drama, Laughter, Depression.
Tonight is the time to make an impression
Though I hold the music to my own discretion.
The atmosphere of this masquerade,
The thrilling dance of an escapade,
Gives new meaning to promenade,
As the musicians begin their serenade.
But nobody even knows the other,
The traits of their smiles always match another,
They move around in disguise,
Looking at each other with wandering eyes.
But alas,
I'm among the many,
Who have little inspiration,
If any.
Without a madame so fair,
How could I even think to dare,
To dance by myself with my generic stale stare?
My company's a chair,
The space around me is so bare,
And the view is better
From upon a stair.
The bachelor stands to the side,
In his mind, he imagines a stride,
With a partner as mysterious as he,
And a desire of accompaniment just as thirsty.
He picturizes,
Fantasizes,
But what he needs to realize is:
There's no such thing as lucky fate,
He must be bold if he wants a date,
Make a move, lose all doubt,
That's what this dance is all about.
He searches for a damsel,
The one who is shy,
He takes her by the hand,
And with a sigh,
They give the dance one more try..