Silver and gold intertwine
Masks glittering in the moonlight,
Soft voices whispering, “Mine”
Gorgeous silver with brilliant gold
But a beautiful gem,
Is perhaps nature's hardest hue to hold.
Bodies rocking; silent
Gold grasping silver tight, desperate;
The Chardonnay had rendered her violent.
Shedding her mask, Devilishly, she smiles
Dancing with the Devil takes two;
Gold drops his mask, footsteps ringing on the tiles.
Seductive perfume making him dizzy,
Venom dripping from her lips:
A poisonous crave to keep his mind busy.
Dropping like a deadweight, she falls
Clutching a baby in her arms.
Handing the child to him, it bawls
Taking the baby girl graciously, he stands
Picking up his gold mask,
He glares at the blush wine in her hands.
One step forward, and two steps back
A child to raise and a mask to wear,
To turn the cards in his stack.
A chance to fly, a chance to fall,
Dancing with the Devil at the ball
A chance to fly, a chance to fall
A golden mask, a silver flaw.
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