Like crystal chains that bind the vain in myriad egos lost
A roaring mechanism
An engine of sorts
Pounding without
Rest
Burning
Fed with chaos
And
Beauty
A fragrance of the dead
The flavour of decadence
Upon the gypsy's lips
Shivering in Paradise...
Their delusions to the furnace
Stripped of pride
Drenched in shame
Flesh and filth
Innocent Thespian, of what speakest thou?
A furnace burning
Fed with chaos
And beauty
Rustling leaves upon concrete
Dancing like mice to the flute
In grand bewitchment
Yet the choirs of vendetta shapeless, in shrouds
Praising the Unicorn and the Trinity
As they stumble and fall, maintain postures of Gala
Shading the ridicule of a glass arena
And a stringed Minotaur
A roaring mechanism
An engine of sorts
Pounding without
Rest