The Ironic Masquerade
Welcome to the Ironic Masquerade!
A night unlike all the rest
The people can’t see what fools they can be…
Why don’t we look at the guests:
The Lady of the Thousand Masks
Of each she’ll quickly retrieve
Is sitting with friends as time never ends
Hoping soon they all will leave.
The Lord of the Pensive Vaudeville
Inspires all he knows
By bringing a smile to the world for a while
Without thought for new friends, he goes
The Lady of the Golden Mirror
Sits in her golden hall
And Brushes her hair without a care,
Except to impress them all.
The Lord of Gentleman Empathy
Is there with a helping hand
Tries his best to help those who’re depressed
But not seen as the one who’s most grand
The Lady of Torn Perceptions
Sees things through rose-colored glass
And tries to cheer the friends she holds dear
As they slowly and silently pass
The Lord of Theatrical Perfection
Is struggling with life a lot
He’ll blow you away in the part that he plays
All but his name is forgot.
The Lady of Lost Identity
Knows just whom she is inside
But the rest, you see, does not agree
No one’s sure what to do, though they’ve tried
The Lord of Stolen Slumber
Wants to sleep for years
But there’s much to do and places, too
There’s no time to deal with his peers
The Lady of Deadly Offenses
Can snap your neck on a whim
But she’s not as daunting when her prey she is haunting
If you knew her hope is dim
The Lord of Poison Entrapments
Sipping wine with his troubles close by
Pretends not to care with a standoffish air
But, will help if you let him try.
The Lady of the Quicksilver Pen
Hides her true feelings inside
In order to be a mother to me
And everyone yearning to hide.
The Lord of Jester Propriety
Will make you think he’s fair
He’ll joke and tease anyone with ease
But he’s as sweet as can compare
The Lady of the Forever Young
Plays in the orchard at noon
She wants to be grown up, you see.
I hope that they let her soon.
Now you see my moral dilemma,
These guests are not credible at all
But without them, you see, who would I be?
What would happen to this ball?
Myself? The hostess? Can you guess?
I admit, it isn’t that hard
The one who’s aware of all that she shared
And plays the anonymous bard
I’m the Lady of Internal Conflict
Openhearted I try to be
But I can’t be sincere when the demons are here
As they are constantly torturing me
Now you’ve met all the guests at this party
Complicated souls through and through
But don’t judge them just to condemn
Until you’ve examined you.
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Are these limericks? Rather inspiring…
The Lord of Perpetual Motion
is never completely aware,
his mind, as they say, is running away
As he sits alone in his chair.
Hmm, I wonder where you get it from…
Great stuff, Papa