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Masquerade

As the night grows dimmer,

Chandeliers glows deeper;

Looking for a Juliet,

In this dim, cold light.

Never did I look upon my sleeves,

Nor the fragrance of my perfume;

I'll be wearing this mask,

That will never be removed.

My delight of seeing people,

Dancing to a slow music;

But I see their souls,

Begging for repentance.

My bones are chilling,

I see fear and sorrow;

Oh, to where am I going,

In this Masquerade of Hell.

I want to go away,

But it's too late;

The gates are closed,

Never to be opened again.

Drenched with fire,

My soul burned in a blink of an eye;

They watched me burn,

Until I turned to ash.