A whisper of fantasies  Like choires in the wind  Graceful sweet poetry  In the ear of the lover    A poem of bloodstained roses  Shared in an oath  A serenade of desire  And celestial lust    Enchanting voices dying  Soon to be gone  Slowly sleeping away  Never to be heard again    Crimson love set ablaze  By the velvet words that are spoken  In a masquerade of deceitfull illusions    Tasting the nectars of passion  Given by the scarlett woman  Of the everlasting masquerade  Diabolic and seducing  As a spell of the passionate sirens    Promised eternal passion  Fallen in debris  Never to be forgotten  The end of lovers dream    A sombre portrait  Of a dreaming lover  Pledged to a bride  Of the masquerade    ...and so the princess of twilight   disappeared into the unknown.  And then when nightfall came  the beautiful flow of an autumn passion  faded away like a dying flame.  The only memento of emotions  she left was the dirge of the masquerade    Thanks to obfleur@hotmail.com