Hello, salutations,
The Calcutta mayhem is,
Tangled in greedy disdain,

The boys from James town live,
In a villa so deviant and decadent,

She's moving the past behind,
The everlasting garble of Love,

They've seized the day and can only,
Wax the cold retreat,
From the corners of their outstretched minds

******,
Was defined by the black iron mace
And shimmering swords,
Words,
Confounded and confined in closets
Of wine