The ides of steps are like a revenant hiss
An echoing shade of terra cotta stone
While drawn from the mercy of a clandestine kiss
Beat the hearts of three in that house alone
Sold to the devil for a price of her own.
Their faces dangle like chandeliers
The crystalline covalence of a diamond liar
And the candle wax dripping and falling like tears
Looks on at the fragrance of the haunted boudoir
-- Kept in the secrecy of every hour.
And daylight is lost in the lavender sails
As gained and growing from tempest wind
Peaked from the ebony o'er alabaster veils
Like hordes of gentlemen left rescind
From tempting nights at the hallowed inn.
Crawling to the surface 'neath the full moon's breath
It seems that they spring from a shadowed lair
Caught on a plain for autumnal request
Exhaling like leaves into the maiden's hair
-- Only to adore what was never there.