Masquerade Carousel

Is this the curtain call?

Or just another scene?

Lightning in velvet — tearing at the seams...

Glass-eyed reflections whisper in rhyme,

Caught between heartbreak and borrowed time.

Mama, I spun the wheel,

Played the fool in lace and steel,

Twirled through thunder, danced with zeal —

But now I'm just a ghost on the reel...

Thunder cracked — the chandeliers fell,

The choir sang in tongues I couldn't tell.

Oh! Let the masquerade begin —

I’ll wear regret like porcelain skin.

(Soprano wails in the background)

Oh God… no! Calypso kissed my soul —

Crimson lips, a tambourine's toll —

Shadows laughed as I touched flame,

Now echo and ember are all that remain…

Can you hear me, Time?

I plead in the court of rhyme!

Faceless jurors made of smoke,

Handed me guilt in velvet cloaks.

I never meant to sing too loud,

Or fly too close to the clouds.

But the crowd — they cried for more,

And I danced through a closing door…

Nothing really lingers...

Only dust on shattered glass.

Yet I’d ride that carousel again —

Past love, past loss, past last.

So hush now, darling — don't you weep,

Dreams wake slowly from their sleep.

The stage is bare, the stars have died...

But my echo roars in the wings tonight.