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 A 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 A poet crumbles by the alter A shock from on to bare The fainting of a man By the lips under the veil The reckless become the tragic Reside night bring light to day In the wake Something may never beat the shame in pain