Emptiness flowing from nothingness
Even now you can see through their guise
Come one, come all to the finest fair

with fire and fanfare...let the show begin
Fly up to the treeline, sparkles in the darkened glades
How now comes the entertainment in the moonlight


Here now the restless...beguiled, disguised in amber perume
Askant grins to mock you

Behind the veiled resentment flees a single dove
The masque removed they emerge at night
Dropping the masque of delusion

Clouds of weak emerge at night