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