In synchronizing formation
The ladies twirl in their black dresses
Like buds opening to the sun
The dresses open up to the dance floor
The men, gracefully leading
Take the delicate hand of the Miss
And swiftly glide them across
Like birds touching the water's surface
It shimmers when in contact
The masquerade ball had no variety
Except the color of the women's hair
Where the ladies are covered in white makeup
Black veil and massive eyeliner with dark red lipsticks
While the men wore a simple white mask with a smile
She watched from behind her veil
Her prince had yet to arrive
Like two distance lovers
Once he arrives, not wearing a mask
Time stood still as everyone faces him
We are here to be equal, no to be judged better or worse
Yet he takes the leap to be courages
Like a deer taking on a lion, protect the young
Striding through the crowd
Making a path as the princess stands
He takes her hand
And dance
