The masquerade…..

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wicked Witch.”


“The masquerade arrives,

Bodies entwined…….

I stand distanced;

With my chalice……confined….

Evil I sustain,

Relinquish and devour;

And wonder if I can….

Sip it every hour.

The masks do not drop

So I cannot discern;

That every chalice is plagued or not

Does evil inside burn?

Now I am one of them;

The masquerade traverses terrains,

I must keep the evil within…….

In fetters and in chains.

I see witches, shadows….

Slip by with ease;

Wicked they are,

Masks everywhere….

Time doesn’t freeze.

I must move on………

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s