Amused

Left alone with me to wander
On a shore of barren things.
Fill us up for but to squander
All the passions that we dream.
Forsake our beauty for misfortune,
Your tongue a warrior's fatal sword.
Apprehend and charge the woman,
Her face the sin that you abhor.
Tear the heart eternal beating,
Logic in love's glory fades.
Turn the dance,
Your soul is cheating
Behind the simple masquerade.
All the while ghosts are eating
At the table you have laid.
Now bring the flowers,
Black and bruised,
Dead for hours,
Are you amused?

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