the midnight tower strikes the twelfth hour

as the night of fantasy comes to an end the twelve strikes are heard

and with that, every observer raised their hands to their visage and lifted

they lifted away the sequins, plaster, fabric and feathers

they lifted away the façades, the disguises and the tricks

they finally showed themselves, showed who they really were, behind their pretty masks.

the masquerade was over. for this night at least.

i realize this is really optimistic but i would like if everyone could take off their mask and let me know who they are. or i mean let me know theyre here.

this can be obvious, anonymous or just a hello.

maww, rose