Masquerade for One

At home, alone, she removed her mask

And tore away her pretty basque.

Revealing bone and empty eyes

Her ribs, her skull, her pearly guise.

And then, lovely as a child's prayer

A melody caressed the air.

Absently she hummed along

And smiled sincerely, the mask now gone.

Stepping down from off the shelf

Her heart began to sway

"May I have this dance" she asked herself

And so, she waltzed the night away.