Sparkatale

You have been cordially invited to a ball

One of masquerade at end of season fall. 

Wear your mask to hide your face

Your features hidden as we race

At the starting bell's sound

Dainty feet begin to pound

Find true love before end round

Or else your mask never will be found

Memorize the time and date

Lest you forget and sucuumb to fate

Never fear, but don't be late!

Or else the Hostess you will not ably placate

This I say from me to thee

Your masks I cannot wait to see

But if you miss and anger me

Next dawn, your soul will mine forever be