Masquerade

Faces upon faces, races by, the scene,
Been dancing, prancing round and round,
Sounds blaring, glaring lights,
Flights taking wing, singing angels and whores,
Bores now, the dance quickens, sickens and then fades,
Maids pale, losing hue, few colors remain,
Vain faces still whirl, swirl to enchanting interludes,
Prudes all inside, leching, fetching their secret desires,
Fired by the faces that they wear, share their escapades in this giant masquerade.