Final Masquerade
FINAL MASQUERADE
feel the sorrow drifting
like mist through
the street
listen to the carnal falter
of frantic souls
defeat
you said it was forever
then it slipped
far away
standing at the end of
the final
masquerade
hiding from the spark
of passionate
perfumes
you force predestined
conclusion as
presumed
© Kim van Breda—27 June 2014
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