It’s in the air 
For all our guests to stare 
Their speech left pacified 
With a cowards glare 
Is she haunted by a glow 
That beauty soft as now 
frantic pounding grabs his heart 
The beats mimicked by his thought 
To plot against this may be a deadly deed 
With a shriek of horror 
Fleeing bringing them to their weary knees 
poet [bad word] by the alter 
shock from on to bare 
The fainting of a man 
By the lips under the veil 
The reckless [bad word] the tragic 
Reside night bring light to day 
In the wake 
Something may never beat the shame in pain