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Writer's pictureLauren V. Esparza

The Masquerade (French Villanelle Poetry)

We were invited to the Masquerade,

Disguising ourselves from Death with face masks.

Yet, the eerie melody did not fade.


Shackled to the hope of a party’s cascade,

We anxiously drank from a dead man’s flask.

We were invited to the Masquerade.


Death dances on and on as the music plays,

We all wonder how long this waltz will last.

Yet, the eerie melody did not fade.


Thousands broke into fear and disobeyed,

Hoarding party favors, ill and downcast.

We were invited to the Masquerade.


I was confined to a four-cornered parade,

My mind went rampant with visions so vast.

Yet, the eerie melody did not fade.


Happiness emptied as the Devil swayed,

Escape to a friendly place for contrast.

We were invited to the Masquerade.


Yet, the eerie melody did not fade.



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