Labyrinthine châteaus,
Fools in gravestone petticoats,
Chasing reflections of saints through golden hallways,
A path of hedonists and heretics in the tenth circle of hell,
An ashtray paradise where we practice the art of burning out,

Amidst the echoed Antoinette beauty,
Pearls run across collarbones,
Débutantes and flower girls,
A gallery of ceramic smiles, feed men war,

Stars hibernate upon their sleeves with golden needles outstretched,
Temptation turns slowly ready to be adored,
To be cornered in this pantheon of railway beauty,

Magdalene kisses my rose oiled eyes,
Little doll house murders laid to rest in a vigilant breath,
Countess creatures sinful with delight,
Parade in their modern Babylon running circles with saints,
Soporific siren sweet to your trade, string wishes into her mouth.