Deep within night’s dark embrace,
The chosen few dance,
With pose and grace.
With every choreographed footstep,
Finely woven ball gowns flow,
Elegant women all in a row.
Faces guise behind coloured mask,
To know who is who,
An introductory ritual task.
But find I must,
My one true love,
The one to fit me like a glove.
From those gathered here,
The ones I chose,
All with beauty like a rose.
So dance we shall,
Till upon the break of a new day,
And romance steps across my way.
Then unto, my new love found,
With full of heart I’ll serenade,
Upon this moonlight masquerade.