Eve of Delight

hello, my name is deadly nightshade and I bring the nightfall of scarlet fever down the endless winding stairs I am the cause of malice in Paris, tentacle spectacle and bullet ballet fear my endeavor, this is my caprice through shifting mirrors I'll vanish in Venice on eve of delight I realize, tottering scarce but not fanciful starlings are on their way starlings with green irish eyes blazing upon me as witches sing that art of war is not the same as war of art (among the insane) and so crooked count sleeps unaware through the night shift till the dawn of flames