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 distante 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 clation.

As a gatehouse awaits in a shadowy ice
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
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 scorpions...

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.