Alas, in the darkness of the alcove he hid from them all. One by one they passed him by and he looked them over with care. Unbeknownst to them, he wasn’t one of them. Though behind the mask he could be any one of them.
He took in the sights, the smells and the drink. Laboriously laboring over who would be the winner of his costume contest. Yet, alone and lonely among the throngs of people in attendance.
He stood silent, alone and yet he was still their Lord, and a Prince of Venice.