Fantomas

When we played our charade,
We were like children posing,
Playing at games, acting out names,
Guessing the parts we played.
On what a hit we made,
We came on next to closing,
Best on the bill, lovers until,
Love left the masquerade.
Fate seemed to pull the strings,
I turned, and you were gone,
While from the darkened wings,
The music box played on.
Sad little serenade,
Song of my heart's composing,
I hear it still, I always will,
Best on the bill, charade.