Swelling pyres sway restlessly
From bleak to pale adorn the weald
Its wild reflection wondrous
A danse macabre in
glass
Glimpse of festive silhouettes
Free of face, of name, of guilt
Enthroned in thorns, abismal eyes
Adorned with
fiendish grin
What forbidden feast of sin
Entangles silken nymphs with hordes?
To steal a glance pernicious
To heed
diapason divine
The longing gaze toward drifting pairs
Uncovered dreams of gold and silk
Yet gold melts under gruelling
blaze
Unbidden sentinel unveiled
Quiescent summons of revelation
From eyes angelic bidding forth
With ghastly fear and awe
amassed
Becomes an unexpected guest
In silence takes his outstretched hand
Leads her in the chosen dance
A kind of minuet
grotesque
Kindling fire of the profaned
The revelers of dark observe
The nymph in play with incubus
The jealous rage of
succubus
Unfolds forbidden passion bold
The embers gasping for a breadth
The last guest crawls to find his rest
As music
slowly dissipates
The nymph shares one last toast distressed
But Time unkind does not release
Majestic spirit from this
hex
His temptress fair of flesh and blood
His Galatea etched in stone
In watchful eye he spies the night
Dare not disturb
her yearning rest
Bestows her dreams by bedside realm
Of dancing silhouettes and pyres
