The Masquerader and Phoenix

Hist, the sonorous orchestral ambience
And the arabesque-stanced ballerina
Her wee feet 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 withered rose of the luciferous Eden
By the mummered masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly
His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummmered 'tis
Embowered and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam

Her sweetness ne'er cloy
Further, further, further
His scratching and dallying hollow-hearted eyes
Her breasts and vestal heart caress

And like the dove and bird of prey, leapeth she aerily
While as the orchestra playeth on travailingly
And like the dove and bird of prey, leapeth she aerily
While as the orchestra playeth on travailingly
And like the dove and bird of prey, leapeth she aerily
While as the orchestra playeth on travailingly

His one and sole swath
With the pizzicato ensemble blendeth
And her umbral foetal scream
As the song climaxeth
And slowly dieth away