THE KINGS MASQUERADE BALL.

Once upon a time in a palace only a heartbeat away, Lived a man and his son who it was said were really both one. They ruled the land far & wide further than the eye could see, With gates of Pearl on every side and mountains of Emerald green. Crystal silver streams and skies of Sapphire blue, Valley’s full of precious jewels and rainbow coloured dew. Trees with rare exquisite fruit, the streets were paved with gold. A castle made of golden glass, its walls transparent jasper clear. Their throne a blazing fire white no need of sun nor moon. Majestic splendour rich and rare this Kingdom with none such could compare.

At the king’s demand a proclamation declared, An invitation to all across the land. “Come one, come all, you’re all invited to the Kings Masquerade Ball!”

Petticoats and undies, corsets, and strings, Shoes and Tiaras, diamonds, and rings.

Back and forth in a frenzied hurry-powder puff in hand, Rouge and lipstick by the tub, hair in curler rags. The trumpet sounded and all who heard tried to decide What to wear to the ball?

Across the valley thrown to the floor Lays one who dreams of attending the ball. Loneliness beckons, rejection calls, she hears Demon’s scream, laugh and applaud: - “You’re not worthy to attend the Kings Masquerade Ball!”

Tears glisten by the fires flame reflecting the sorrow, grief, and pain. A heart that is wounded and a mind that is scarred, Leaves the soul both nailed and barred. Confusions a friend to bitterness and hate Who constantly parade one’s prison gates?

In the still of the evening a knock at the door and a stranger demanding, “Why aren’t you attending the Kings Masquerade Ball? There is nothing you owe; the price has been paid! Come now have you nothing more to say? The King and his Son INSIST that YOU – come! So, they sent me with your Gown, your Signet Ring and Crown. Now leave the broom that sweeps the ashes Of bygone dreams, hopes and passions.”

The Regal fanfare announced her arrival. On shoes of glass over each step she glided. The Orchestra played as she surveyed the guests, And waltzed with those who masqueraded.

A stranger across the crowded room made haste To where she stood, she curtsied, he bowed, Then he danced her through the crowd.

He romanced her with the violin, cello, and the harp. He took away the chains that bound her hardened heart. He whispered secrets to her spirit shrouded, Now the mirror is no longer clouded.

With velvet voice he gently said “I’ve been waiting here for you, Desiring all your heart, longing to give you everything you need. Let me show your heart all it needs to know. I want to be your one and only. There is none who could love you more, That’s why I asked you this masquerade ball.”

Trickling tears that break the ice flow freely now from sacrifice. Passion ignited now burns the flame, written in blood the inheritance claimed. A warm embrace, euphoric feeling, loves first kiss has scent her reeling.

Diamond eyes that sparkle bright, a smile, illuminating light. She knows true love, for now she sees that once she danced with entities. Her mask removed for all to see she dances the dance of eternity.

The invitation read “Come one, come all!” Dare you go to the KING’S masquerade Ball?

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12/01/2002. Roslyn Williams