The Masquerader And Phoenix

Theatre Of Tragedy

Hist!
The sonorous orchestral ambience
And thearabesque-stanc'd ballerina,

Her wee feel in an
Alacritic maelstrom-twirl,

And the dust-hurl
With her tears blendeth

Egad!
This quagmire;
Pasteth her unaptly
Apt feet to the stage;

Like the wither'd rose of the luciferous Eden
By the mummer'd masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly,
His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummmer'd 'tis -
Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam,

Her sweetness ne'er cloy
Further! further! further!

His scratching and dallying
Hollow-heartéd eyes
Her breasts and
Vestal heart caress,

And like the dove
And bird of prey
Leapeth she
Ærily,

Whileas the
Orchestra
Playeth on
Travailingly;

And like the dove
And bird of prey
Leapeth she
Ærily,

Whileas the
Orchestra
Playeth on
Travailingly;

And like the dove
And bird of prey
Leapeth she
Ærily,

Whileas the
Orchestra
Playeth on
Travailingly;

His one and sole swath
With the pizzicato'd ensemble blendeth
And her umbral foetal scream
As the song climaxeth

And slowly dieth
Away...