The Masquerade

At the masquerade,
people hide from one another
in different masks-
a jealous red sparkle mask,
a deep purple and gold of secrets,
plain cream white-as his lies,
red and yellow feathers,
for what a chicken he is!
Did you know life is a masquerade?
Neither did I, until now.
But here I am twirling around in my own mask.
What kind of mask is it?
What color?
I cannot see my mask,
for there are no mirrors here,
but there is a window,
so I can faintly see
what mask hides me.
'Tis a swirl of silver
with its edges a dark blue,
what a mysterious kind of mask.
If you don't need to ask,
you know,
but if you need ask,
you'll never know.

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