Masquerade of Whimsyville - Thor Castlebury - Bog

Beneath the pale moon's tender light, A realm of secrets comes to sight, Where shadows dance and whispers speak, Veiled impressions in corners seek. In hidden alleys and crooked lanes, Lurk tales untold, untamed refrains, Echoes of love and silent fears, A tapestry woven through the years. The night unfolds its mystical lure, Unveiling dreams both pure and impure, In the darkness, where truth hides away, Veiled impressions hold fleeting sway. In the hushed whispers of lovers' vows, A symphony of secrets arouse, Like whispers carried on the breeze, Veiled impressions dance and tease. Within this shroud of uncertainty, Lie untold tales of fragility, A delicate dance of light and shade, Veiled impressions, forever made.