Debutant Death

I crashed a ball where the dead were dancing Dressed to the nines & looking fancy.
I recognized some faces here & there.
Though, most were of much stranger fare.
Masquerade was the theme of the fete.
Monsters in masks…I felt like bait.
But no one heeded me hugging the wall.
For finally the Debutant entered the ball.
The guest was shining calcareous white.
Shrouded in shimmering celestial midnight.
I let go of the wall & dropped jaw at the sight.
Headed for the door for I’d seen Man’s Plight.
Safe outside I craned to see a party’s crescendo, ignorant of me.
I guess you’re nothing to Debutant Death until Debutant Death comes for thee.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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