I thought, just for a moment, that there was love. My fault; I forgot: What you were, what I was, that we’re masks. Midnight came, and we ended with the ball. It was a lovely dance. Home again, then, for me.
And will you hear this whisper in the night, wherever you have fled? Will you remember how I held your hand and led you on the floor? Was I anything, even, if it were, just a pleasant dream you amused yourself with?
But the masquerade is complete, the dreams are ended, the spell of music and dance is done.
Tale Told 