top of page

Midnight Masquerade

Sh-Ron Almeida

Asst. Arts and Entertainment Editor

Image via

The sun goes down, the shadows come to play

In the darkness, when the clock strikes twelve, they appear

Partying without fear

Any worries that plagued them instantly disappear

Singing, dancing, and laughing in distortion

Infinite euphoria, zero restraint

Bottles of Champagne bursting wildly

A grand festival of ruthless abandon

They live in a time when anything was possible

But, they know it won’t last long

It’s just for the moment

Once the sun rises again, the party is over

A new year of a cold reality has begun


Recent Posts

See All


Noté 0 étoile sur 5.
Pas encore de note

Ajouter une note
bottom of page