The Masquerade

He jumps, engages in acrobatic feats
Drunken by coded chants and drumming
Enraptured beyond mortal realm
His ego tickled and heightened
Gleefully he responds to each call

Awed onlookers shudder and wonder
At this creature with a monstrous aura
With skin tainted and blackened
And palm fronds sprouting from his head
His mask, an insignia of his cadre

Women are warned not to have a peep
Less they bear his form and look
Children cower when they hear his name
Non Initiates flee the street in fright
As he approaches boldly and fearlessly

Neither a mortal nor a spirit
A pseudo-human, an African myth
A messenger from the land beyond
Accoutered in sacred regalia
His sight, a dread and a phobia

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Masquerade short poem

I looked in the mirror, exasperated eyes glared back at me. I couldn’t comprehend that exasperation, I failed to calm my curiosity. I bowed my eyes down, and thought for a moment, soon I recalled the way my day was


Masquerade long poem

Well and as the music plays and everybody Dances to Mozart inside, I stand out here On the terrace all alone, outside. All alone except for the owls, the moon and the stars I might feel left out and down