All day long till the day edged into the abyss
of the surfacing night
The Darkness of the day:
Blending with the dark night
Oblivious to all
Oblivious to the the night
all alone in the ranted room
In a silken gown of dark night
Dark as the gypsy hair....
Smell of perfume no more!
The brittle Black rose in hand
She danced
with hair all strewn
face all caked with tears and hanging cobwebs..
The gypsy Kohl running down her raven eyes
The endless dance..
the dance of frenzy
The mad laughter clinking through the walls
Of ecstasy
Never such a laughter had I heard
The dance of the knell!
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