𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑳.
𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝; 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧; 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐬.
a dance with sin, a dance with death, a dance with ambition. a dance of song for those who don’t belong. a dance with vitality, oh, what a formality. a dance with wrath—you do the math. a dance with pride; possibilities open wide. a dance with lust, amorés a must. a dance with gluttony, consumption takes over me. i could dance with envy, but one would want to end me. a dance with greed—that’s not all they need. now a dance with sloth; no future, amoth. but, ‘tis true: a dance with sin is merely a dance from within. so, welcome all, welcome all. welcome all, great and small to the masquerade, the masquerade of the century. take a bow. dance with me. but, be wary of the guests—they’re not all that they seem. don’t you worry, don’t you fret; you will not die, no... not yet. the party’s only just begun, so stay, and have some fun. don’t be afraid, i’d never let you go. but, fair warning: the others would not do so. dear, oh dear, what’s happened here? your life seems it has been remade. but, don’t you worry, you have joined my masquerade. soon you’ll see how good this life can be in this fantasy we all lead. welcome all, welcome all. i welcome you to your new reality. [𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡.]