Now that Masquerader Madness is officially over. I shall reveal myself as the PURPLE MASQUERADER. I would love to share my poetry with everyone here. All were written during the course of day 1.

A Plebian Poem.

Attention! Attention!
Look for a mention!
A murder most foul.
Our host lay disemboweled!
A Serial Killer hidden among.
The Masqueraders will be hung.
Until the guilty party pays for their crime.
Hurry! Hurry! We are running out of time!

Orange.

Greetings! I've stolen a moment in time to opine.
Disagree I do! A train on A MIA orange is not fine.
Time must be given for him to bear witness!
Please! No long posts, making me exercise mental fitness!
Reads! Reads! He must give us reads!
So that we may have some better leads!
For if he does not.
Red will take his slot!
A noose around oranges head!
Before the night falls he will be dead!

A Summation to Date:

As the sun arose on our ball.
Masqueraders began to answer the call.
Seeking justice for our dead host.
As we owed it to his ghost.
Pink and Purple started with a fight.
After the quarrel Pink slipped out of sight.
Red and Green began to think.
However all they could do is absently blink.
Fingers began pointing in every direction.
Red began to show Green too much affection.
Purple and Orange defended their honor.
However, it seems that Blue may be a goner.
Whatever the case may be, Yellow with all of his logic and insight.
Stands before us the torchbearer of the towns light.
Pink arrived back with a litany of thought.
Easily undoing ideas Green had quickly bought.
As time slips through the hour glass.
Each moment ticking closer to the knife's brass.
Once night falls, trouble will beset.
Tis many of hour, so please do not fret.

Let me break it down for you m'dears.

For the killer’s mark to be thee.
Thee would have to be.
A personage of not great import.
For tis unlikely I would be hunted for sport.
By that logic, and others of sort.
For thee to meet my maker.
A killer would have to be a skilled faker.
Unlikely it shall be that I am the killer see.
For if I were, my mortal coil I would have to flee.
A killer would not then protest this much.
For it shall not be very clutch.
Unlikely death I shall receive.
Unless of course, the killer will NOT deceive.

Blue.

Blue? Bleu?
Where are you?
The party has begun.
You are missing the fun.
Blue? Bleu?
Please do not wish us adieu.
Where have you gone?
A killer's knife was drawn.
Blue? Bleu?
We need a skilled gumshoe!
Until you arrive.
We shall try to survive.

Hammer & Sickle.

A hammer is what I seek.
For my future is very bleak.
Do it now to prove to red.
That after I am dead.
A killer I am not.
Stupid now is this lot.
Restful peace I do ponder.
No future shall you wonder.
My death is all but certain hence.
Yellow stop riding the fence.
End my sorrow.
So tomorrow.
The killer you will find.
Make up your mind!

Lynch me pls.

Yes! Yes! Do it now!
Don't explain why or how!
My death I seek.
For I am at the peak!
Of sorrow.
Of no tomorrow!
Put the noose around my neck.
So you can all say what the heck?!