Masquerade Ball

short poem

MasqMasquerade Ball

 

Dress up ghouls

Death's Masquerade Ball.

Each ghastly dance

Creates the queue.

A death head prize

For willing waltz.

A looming grave

The victory taunts.

A dying knave,

A pyrrhic flaunt.

 

 

by Mari Sloan

copyright May 2010

uerade Ball

Dress up ghouls
Death's Masquerade Ball.
Each ghastly dance
Creates the queue.
A death head prize
For willing waltz.
A looming grave
The victory taunts
A dying knave,
A pyrrhic flaunt.


by Mari Sloan
copyright May 2010

Author's Note

Response to a picture from a scene from a very famous movie, whose title escapes my wandering mind at the moment.

Reviews

[Ladysue]

Oh, I agree with Michael here this sent chill through me and the wordcrafting is exceptional...

[Michael X]

Some people have it and some people shine, thi sent a quick chill through me, I believe the wordcrafting here is an amazing example
of flow and dynamics. the way you ended each sentence on a power point, the imagery bursts to life in such subtle ways as to transport
the heart to another place and time, brilliantly done.