Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
We dance, our faces hidden well,
In masquerade, we ebb and flow,
In silent tales, our stories dwell.

From dawn to dusk, we shift and change,
A myriad masks for all to see,
With every glance, a new exchange,
A hidden truth, a mystery.

Yet in the shadows, whispers speak,
Of dreams and fears we dare not show,
Behind the masks, our hearts are weak,
In vulnerability, we grow.

So let the masks fall, one by one,
Embrace the light, reveal the soul,
In unity, we stand as none,
Complete and true, at last we’re whole.