Sonnet 5

A costume ball disguises who is who
Through mocking masquerade we cannot see
Deceiver in a mask with faces two
He hides his dark intentions yet to be

Our intimacy practiced and professed
Is parceled out like treats on Halloween
To monster who by innocence is dressed
A gross inverse of how all should have been

The mask is off revealing truest shape
And while my lamentations can’t compare
To sounds of tortured voices crying rape
The object of our suffering is shared

Though no reward could ever have sufficed
The wisdom hardship grants cannot be priced