She hurried down the alley,
her thick, long, red hair
fluttered like a flag behind her,
wearing black lace eye mask,
her body covered by a crimson dress
that reached to the ground.
Bracelets tinkling on her waving arms
resounded like teasing music.
She hurried breathless, entranced,
in midnight mystery.
Once you put on a mask, you become a fantasy character..
In response to Day 9: Camouflage
Writing 101: Poetry!
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Inspired: “Paint with words – portraits in verses. These aren’t just pictures of faces, they’re personalities. Emotions. Stories.”