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