Reflected in an Edinburgh puddle
the yellow dancing light
From the gas lamps
is being disturbed

By a transient creature
who is quickly taking the shape
of a dancing girl
the Judge once knew...

...before he lost
His peace of mind  
To innocent men...who
He let swing by a rope

And for a second
The girl is standing there, reflected
Reflected in both glittering underworlds
accessed by us only through  puddles

And she's holding out her hand,
Beckoning to him, saying
"They forgive you, Sir
Every one of 'em."

Now the puddle is tsunami-ing
into a sudden commotion
And a wind from a dark place
Is briefly touching ours

And Now there are shards
Of scarlet, and black
Magenta and yellow
All strangled into dancing stars

Then the yellow light settles
Into stillness
The magenta of her dress is receding
And disappearing without moving

And the puddle's picture is resetting
Into, its previous shape, with the addition of
... a swishing tail from a creature unknown
And a crimson pulse of aortic Red