Spotlight on the windy mistress Her pirouettes stir petals Leaves rise and fall at every somersault Impressing the seven devils Each one malefic in a different sense Eloquent in a heavy mist They allude at their brethren sins Blight corrodes a suggestive audience Death’s caress plays maestro in the sound check When the carrion pick sinner from the jest of what’s left Our windy mistress will play tribute To the harlequin slaughter