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