The masked Lady

It was at a Ball, Frank, I can tell you that!

Oh we danced, if it was euphoric? Oh you can bet!

Her cold white gloves felt in my hand quite ghastly,

I ached for more but I never saw behind that mask,

Oh I was scared! Was it love or something sinister?

Can't remember, I only know the face of the singer,

But her gesture, the pose that I can only envy,

The soft voice of the devil that my will is bending,

And that it took for the masked woman to tame me,

I am aware that I am walking a plank, so let me be,

I know she is no good, but I simply cannot stop,

She is my greatest and only desire,

She is the hellish potion I require,

Can we blame the fiendish desires themselves?

If what I desire is the fiend's spouse herself?

But who am I to complain Frank?