Queen of the Masque
The Lady hosts the masquerade;
With eyes that flicker, flash and flare.
And all who bow and twirl and play
Best heed the voice that says “beware�?/EM>
For She is beautiful as the dawn;
Delicate as the web of the spider.
As graceful as the glide of a swan...
And Lethal as hemlock in cider.
What machinations in her mind
Are guarded by her gilded veil?
Poor fools who would her depths divine,
Are seldom heard more, is the tale.
In repose, she lies in artful recline
She defeats with ease that futile task
To descry, expose and stark define
The secrets hidden ‘neath her mask.
Take then her hand, and walk the floor;
Dance with her lightly, if such you must.
For this is The Lady �?Queen of the Masque �?BR>Be wary the intrigues of lust.
Copyright, Gordon A. MacIntyre, October 08
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