Masks

What do you see, and why don't you see it?

We are but vexed,
from a tirade of flames.
When can they revel,
with a sanguine refrain?

We now find halcyon.
After one deplored regret.
They still mercurial.
Sparked by Lachrymose event.

Living in a life of disconsolate past,
under domineering faces. Each with a mask.