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