The Mask on the Masquerade.

A man i thought he was
His ways were smooth
Eloquent, and full of life
Thin, tall and posed as Tony
With a voice deep as the roar of a fall
He brought heaven to my earth
He called me Angel
I almost believed that i could fly
Without wings he could move in the sky
His touch, oh! his touch
Lost i was in lust
Hoping this feelings would never run
Like an uncontrolled tap
I guided my heart carefully
And guarded my man fiercely
Like a loosed lioness
I was ready to devour a thousand faces
Until i found me in troubled waters
Where my courage couldn’t swim through
Till a downpour came
And washed my man’s mane away
He stood posing as a Lion
King of his own jungle
Proud Queen i was
A man behind a mask
Masquerade
He knew how to dance his tunes.

Victor Oyedele