New Lady D Arbanville

Storms came to flood the perversion of careless claims, The silent witness seated in his chair with bowed head, Not a word is to be spoken, not an iota of acknowledgement to be offered, Despise the betrayal, proclaim the abomination, Never repeat the nonsense, the heat, Do not greet nor comfort again, stand up as in a presbytery, Finalise the prayer to yourself, look up and walk away. Deus, in adiutorium! My little soubrette, clever and pert, The Waterloo affair brought crossed swords And released a horde of travesty in the sward, A creation of a new Lady D’Arbanville cannot avert The glare into the lunacy of impiety that is stripped bare! Oh I swear, I swear! The tug has suddenly stopped, the ball is being dropped, All everlasting reminiscences in a second, forever, - popped.