An invitation, to a dance that never ends,
An invitation to all, and all may attend.
Watch as they move around with grace,
Shifting slowly at the same pace.
Decadence is the disguise,
Hiding the ice from their calculating eyes.
Frozen smiles are the masks they wear,
Beneath them all, only emptiness is there.
Caught up in the glamour of it all,
They lose themselves to the masquerade ball.
