Masquerade

Written By: Canis Phantom

I dedicate this to those who have been through many a riddle.

The sporadic lights travel, a pallet of mottled intensity.  The music throbs the heart, pulsating away to foreign beats.  Figures cascade along the floor, gowns sweep the polished oak, and refined shoes tap away at the music. A haze of intense shades dapple through the ballroom. Your hands weave along silken skin. Eyes searching for understanding…

…I do not understand. We tango to the three beat pulse, and intertwine more and more enigmas within my thoughts.

The pulsating rhythm changes, and the beat becomes measured and we begin to glide rather then dance. Not only has the music slowed, but it is also as though a pause has been placed upon the others in the swarm. The song seeps into my mind, taking control of my thoughts.

"…And the taste of dried up hopes in my mouth…

…And the landscape of merry and desperate drought…

…Once I knew myself, and with knowing came love…

…I would know love again…if I had faith enough…"

…Faith…love…how odd that the song is weaving out the words that refuse to make sense in my head. My eyes only see a blur, colors fade and melt together, my feet begin to slip away from the floor, and the spinning increases…I fall away into darkness…

I am awake, and I am not. I am safe, encircled by overwhelming warmth. We had been dancing, and then I heard a song…the song. I search for a light in the blackness. Floating along in a gloom struggling against the shadows that threaten to overcome me. He riddles my mind; he perplexes my boundary of insight.  I will not utter the word. I relinquish the word for my own safety. I disallow myself to say what I feel. The word brings little more the wounds to the heart. But how can I renounce saying, what I feel, if I feel it.

I scream, words escaping and weaving out the words that I hate with such passion. A light begins to grow through the darkness, an unwelcome weed. Voices seep in and a cheerful melody plays hushed in the milieu.

"…You gave me truth…

…I chose illusion…

…Now we are used to this confusion…

…But I know yes I know this story has to end…

…Never groped for a connection…

…Never hoped for more affection…

…For I know, I know I am your friend…

…Only your…friend…"

I am pulled through the darkness and awaken from my nightmare.

My eyes open wide and a hacking cough escapes from my lips. He says something but I do not hear. My own lips part as words form out of my mind…

"…Love…masquerade…"

FIN

I did not write the songs that you have read,  "Drought" and " Unwritten Letter #1" both belong to the lovely Vienna Teng. Please note that I take no credit what so ever for these songs.