(“I’ll be in my dressing room Atlas . . . champagne will be lovely . . .”)

Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all
Come closer Missy . . . and let us see, who it is we are to be . . .
The corps de ballet have packed their pointes away . . .
The Fall has robbed Aurora of her perfect [pas-de-deux]
Beauty’s [bah lahn say] is a faded memory
There’ll be no [grahn-zjuh-tay] to dance . . .
The light has left our ingénue, gone: our innocent romance

Scarlet and L’Amour are who these pagans pay to see
It’s the art of the tease that rocks their socks
That keeps them coming back for more . . .
It’s Sappho’s alter they now worship at . . . when the curtain parts for our Miss T
Mouths that slowly open . . . when the sweat beads and glistens on your skin
Eyes that track the rivulets to where their dreams begin . . .
Hearts that ache for what they wish they may and wish they might . . .
Don’t they know what unsympathetic brides . . . temple prostitutes make . . .
Were they never told not to sin.

‘she can captivate you with her eyes, but she’ll never let you in’

What rhapsody will you sing for your supper Miss Chatelaine . . .
What aria will you summon to serenade the scales from their eyes . . .
What Siren song will you call upon . . .to lure them . . . and skewer them
Will the Whore of Babylon invade their reverie tonight . . .
To haunt their dreams with

‘Nature’s anarchism . . . of sex . . . and cruelty . . . and metamorphosis . . .’

Will the Alabaster Ishtar come out to play today . . .
Tormenting with her blood red pout . . . her breath upon their breast . . .
Her fatal touch a heart beat away . . . her whispered love confessed
Will you walk with them to the edge of their wanton abyss
Their Mother protector, their Madonna . . .
So serene and so desirable . . . so shamelessly amiss
You’re their Lilith, you’re their Delilah, you’re their Darling . . . their Death . . .
The Vampiric taker of their hearts desires, the stealer of their love
The giver of grief: or worse . . . of naught

‘Nature’s Beauty masking Nature’s Daemonic Revenge’

Will Titania cast her Medusan spell this night and turn them all to stone . . .
Then escape to her forest bower, to her faerie dancers delight . . .
To La Fée Verte’s anise kiss, to dream her dreams alone
Of all that she must miss . . .

Time to wave your wand my Faerie Queen . . . time to pay the rent
A hint of Allure: Your signature scent. Cleopatra brows: To set the scene
Mascara: lots . . . and then some just to be sure
A sweep of blush: how good are you . . .
Lipstick: Coco Rouge of course . . . there, just one lick . . .
Now settle petal, I can taste it too
Time to weave your web and pull it tight my Sister of the Night
Your beaded bodice will be delicious my Sweet – a tasty taffeta treat
Its dark invite

‘a barbed wire fence . . . serving its purpose without obstructing the view’

But why so sad my Bellatrix, you’ve always known the score . . .
Titillate the Johns, seduce the Janes and leave them all a-blush
And when the final curtain closes . . . you know we’ll hear the hush
We’ve been doing it for a thousand years and will for a thousand more . . .
Eve knew it then just as we know it now . . . what else could this life be for
The names may change but the act never varies . . .
Be it heaven on earth . . . or the maelstrom of hell . . .
Man has never been in control

‘and in the dark she(‘ll) linger . . . like a tear without a soul’