The Night At Catafalque Manor

Lighting forked like a bifurcate tongue

Flickers on this wicked little pandemonium

Theatrical the courted orchestra ripples

The tumult of the skies is alive and highly verbal

It plays for mass destruction

Frightening the sight of darksome banners on the wind

Tumulus the cumulus is drub of us begins

A glavanting army of tsunami-like decrees

Trees are edging backwards I am lost to reverie

I was contemplating the fate to undress

Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress

This eve is enwreathed with sensation

My carriage appears like a fright through the storm

A bell from a distant church tolling forlorn

Thrash our a tortuous path until dawn

Oh, the viciousness of this parade

The heavens has lit so exquisite a stage

I sense the stars up in arms

Their mercurial charms

Incensed by the liveried curtain

And hence my journey pockmarked

By the Stygian dark

Is intense and delivered uncertain

This eve is in league with elation

As a gatehouse awaits in a shadowy lee

The foul tempest howls and then suddenly

Falls as silent as skulls set in lost ossuaries

Passed under the shrouded arches

The moon spills twixt clouded branches

And where it sits, the driveway blanches

Fixed aslant the hill

To the foot of the catafalque manor

Silvered thus, it extends a glamour

Like Cinderella bared to dare enamor

My inner gothic thrilled

Exotic guests, coalesced embark

(Espied through windows on the park)

To arrest my villainous heart

For it is amiss yet yearning still...

I pervade the ball

And glide amidst rich animals

So beautiful their prideful litters

Underneath chandeliers that glitters

Sanguine delights

In bright Victoriana

A nirvana life bedights

In light of this I commend the

Host for his regalities

A toast I thus engender

But now in a forest of glasses raised

And gazes held

I spy a face whose spell

One would race through blazing hell for

I must confess

I came here for the game

For the scent of death

But never did I foresee heaven torn asunder

By a seraph who would steal its thunder

My ardor awakend is taken by force

I ask for a dance a chance for discourse

She bats me a glance and love strikes like a scorpion...

We play for mass corruption

She waits contemplating her fate to address

Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress

This eve is besieged by temptations

The flames in her eyes catch this mud butterflies

They burst into blossoms well-versed to imply

This girl, non pareil is a nymph in disguise

Oh the viciousness of this parade

The heavens have lit so exquisite a stage

We pass through the throng

Heedless and headlong

Possessed by the gathering maelstrom

By her talents impressed

And the swell of her breast

Obsessed I am halfway to hell gone

This eve is enwreathed in sensation

As the tempest renews in the turbulent heights

We fake our excuses soon to take flight

Forever to wake and remember this night

The night at catafalque manor.