And there was nothing left but ashes
and well smoked cigarettes,
and an empty bottle of cheap wine
that had swallowed my regrets.
As the night slipped into morning
bringing light and heat and haze,
so the madness slipped asunder,
knowing sanity's meant for days.
But the night will soon return again
with madness at its side,
and we'll have our midnight dance again,
the dark beast and his bride