It's in the air

For all our guests to stare

Their speech left pacified

With a cowards glare

Is she haunted by a glow

That beauty soft as now

A frantic pounding grabs his heart

The beats mimicked by his thought

To plot against this may be a deadly deed

With a shriek of horror

Fleeing bringing them to their weary knees

A poet crumbles by the alter

A shock from on to bare

The fainting of a man

By the lips under the veil

The reckless become the tragic

Reside night bring light to day

In the wake

Something may never beat the shame in pain