There used to be a patio of
Splendid greens
A beautiful afternoon fragrant
In a glass of charming fluid
We wondered how the fruit of
Tasteless shadows could scream
An unforgettable song
We watched a blonde cackle
Reform the faith of ****** stars
From a roof-top, wondering
If we were wrong

Gigantic web of ceremonies
Capture all intrusions entering
This historic yard, except the
Murderer of this yellow wedding
He has asked to be here
And we have thus allowed
This person to behave under
The mark of a crescent-bedfellow

The moon his lover is drenched
In proud criminal glaze of evenings
And we have said our last good-byes