Literature
Geisha
The white powder mask,
Hides our true intentions.
No gasp escapes the ruby red lips,
For we have no emotions.
We dance a mystery,
Weaving spells of beauty and allure.
Music trembles in the still night air,
For we sell our skills, not the flesh.
A bell chimes,
Carrying an echo of a long-lost age.
We lost the secrets, but gained our souls,
For we are Geisha no more.