Masquerade

She glides into the room,
Her crimson dress flowing.
Body engulfed in a sweet perfume,
Only half of her face showing.

The candles flicker,
Bowing down as she passes.
Heartbeats become quicker,
Every man's affection she amasses.

Her discomfort begins to tell,
For she is not all that she seems.
To herself she has said farewell,
Haunted by the world of dreams.

Behind the mask lies the pain,
The sharp feeling of regret.
Her composure she must maintain,
Try to forgive and forget.