I am a mascherari as ten fathers before me.
Their magic lives through my hands,
Enshrouding those I touch in mystery.
Venice sleeps under the blackest night;
The morning brings 30,000 from many lands.
I am a mascherari as ten fathers before me.
Many seek my touch, my skill, my insight,
But the choice is mine, you understand?
Enshrouding those I touch in mystery.
Jewel glass blown, leather stretched—gesso white
Gold leaf gleams with the touch of my hand
I am a mascherai as ten fathers before me.
Feathers in black and white take flight;
The bauta keeps your secrets where you stand,
Enshrouding those I touch in mystery.
Black velvet, the soft shimmer of your veil—ignites
Fire unknown, you disappear with a wave of your hand.
I am a mascherari as ten fathers before me.
Enshrouding those I touch in mystery.
© K.D. Schultz
© K.D. Schultz
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