Each word a lie, each kiss a snare
For her long since passed over “there.”
Unnoticed by the merry crowd
A figure enters clad in shroud,
Her ghastly face a lurid glow—
The dead girl’s face of long ago.
The music stops, unseen she flits
To where a laughing couple sits
A choking shriek, a gasp for breath—
A man lies still and stark in death.