Grande Masquerade

the grande masquerade is soon to begin at the stroke of midnight all will rise and join in the dead festivities. the aching the dead the sorrowful the loved the hated and most importantly the dead for this is a dead party. all are invited to enter my castle but beware for you will leave a part of your joy and sanity. enter upon your own free will a ball to die for a ball to rise for a night to never forget for you will soon join me amongst the dead crowd. heartless melancholic dawn dies while the angels cry their melody of fright in the night trying to revive which has been centuries dead. dead corpses walk with no feelings of physical pain only inside all will remain, the light be too bright which casts fear into my empty chest  where my blackened heart once laid. my castle empty but the screams in the halls, watch out the walls bite hahahah now you all will die!!! drained white fresh corpses lay upon the ground of my grand courtyard. " where hath thou gone Count Matteus??"