7 September 2012
I stood in the vibrant jewelled garden. Soaring columns of pearl white marble towered all around me. Streaks of crimson, ruby, and gold shoot across the heavens. A striking delicately carved angel stood frozen in time on the huge emerald lawn. Icy crystal clear water cascades in diamond drops out a fierce lions mouth. Majestic trees with lush jade leaves stretch with curling branches into the vivid sky. Glittering bronze bowls encase tentacles of flickering ruby flames. A low hum of voices drifts on the sweet breeze. Rich colours swirl on expensive silk dress, and priceless gems clutch at warm flesh.
Wonderful gold and silver mask disguised unnamed faces. Important guests grasp sparkling transparent glass filled with bubbly, amber liquid in their gloved hands. Stunning rose wood harps, soaring violins, and fragile flutes struck up a chilling song made up of high pitched notes that warbled through the cool air. A ink black mask with steely silver vines clinging to the fabric obscure a mans face.
I elegantly dance through the throng of gracefully twirling people. Eyes glow through the darkening air, the mysterious music quickens, precious stones twinkled in the dim illumination, finely decorated mask concealed the faces of men and women. The sticky coal black night descends on the enchanting scene cloaking it from view.
Masked Ball • Opuss № I