He recalls the details of the grand fair-
Dark Amontillado seeps in a bit.
Sure of his love’s bright light that’s waiting there.

He offers up to God a silent prayer-
If it is heard he will have to admit
he makes his way to his first ever fair.

He steps into a swell of steamy air
where half-truths and quick looks pull him to it.
Sure of his love’s bright light that’s waiting there.

The signs all point, but his mind is elsewhere.
What kind of ode praises the opposite?
He arrives at the ever-popular fair.

The whole town knows but he decides not to care.
He trusts the Snakes had nothing to omit.
Sure of his love’s bright light that’s waiting there.

She always hid but now wants to care.
Adieu chérie scrawled on the eyes; unfit
he waits at the gate of her past love’s affair.
He never truly looked for her there.