 The masked one to be unmasked

                                           By Veronica Guranda

The velvet curtains sink into her tenerbrous floor

But the exquisite spectators demand to see once more

The one who delicately interprets her life´s role

So the ruby surge´s transciency is rising like a sore.

 

O, she comes into view as in her early glorious days

Embodied in her amber satin skins, adorned with fame

All her tumults in the dress´s wrinkles are tamed,

Masked once again with moonstones as in her former ways.

 

The cashmere wind of her admirers´ ecstatic praised

Caresses all her once drained selfs- now so unwinding again,

Imbibed by the Theatrum´s grandeur in His external haze

Condemned she is till time will die to his so hollow reign.

 

Enchanted by the triumph´s luscious taste, her only fate

Was modelled to fit their shallow illusions finally

Was tailored to serve this insatiable fame latterly

To fill their pulsating scarlet cavity- prolong their wicked faith.

 

Tell me, who was it that wished your fate to be so ?

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