Sunset Colors

The glinting masks covered the room, a grinning array. For me it was easy to picture the faces that these would cover. The people trying to hide under what they are exactly not. That one a malicious brunette with a harsh grating smile and eyes hard as ice hiding behind an elaborately gilded mask. One made to help her appear charming so she could better manipulate. This one for an aging man pretending to be crippled for his own gain, hair silvering, hiding behind a mask with extra wrinkles painted on, eye holes lined with marks of pain. Each made for a singular individual and malleable to their every need. Each mask was made for misdeed. The laughing eyes and rosy cheeks they possessed were for lies, fabrications. What a masquerade when they were gathered! All types of untruths gathering, dancing gaily! And mine among them. Donning its mask of sunset colors. Standing out so it would blend in. Perfect for a thief. You'll never see me coming until I'm standing in front of you, inquiring for a dance. You have your untruths too after all, and I'm sure they're dying for a spin.