Masquerade Poem by Jeffrey McCambridge

Now i'm afraid my dear
The end of the party is near
And It is time for the guests
To depart to with the rest
In carriages and motorcars
Riding home under the stars

It is such a shame that
The masquerade is over
You looked so dazzeling
In your dress of clover.

Now it is off with me
Back to my watery home
Beneath the city in which
The rest of you dwell
The unknown catacombs
Subterranean hell!

Await the next time you hear
The grave man’s voice
Calling through your mirror
We will be together, for a time
For Don Juan is forever triumphant;
And so am I.

So now, LD,
Your Red Death must retire
Though my dreams belong
Still only to you
If you wish them, or not.
Together we will explore
The catacombs of the city
Expanding those of our hearts
As we bask in our undying love.

And should you change
That beautiful mind of yours
At least, I will say, I tried.
Presenting the opera of my love
But still doomed to Faust.

But if you be my Mephistopheles
For 25 years, you would not hear me
Complain for lack of company.
Because even then I would know
That my soul would then be yours
To torment as you see fit for eternity.