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Masquerade
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2009 Poetry
Who is the dark stranger,
with the mask upon his face.
Dressed head to toe in black,
with that mask of all white.
Strange that I hear music in the night
when the band plays not,
along with the click of crystal
from the chandelier mounted high.
I fear this masquerade ball held
in this old opera house will not end well.
