New Orleans
Mad night, mad night,
all the colours and the light
play tricks on the whirling mind.
Thick the air with hidden stares
from masked figurines.
Death hides amidst the crowd,
wearing a collar of beads.
Morbid debauchery, crazed song and dance,
the reincarnation of Bacchus
is looking for the chance
to break the lyre and end the song
of Orpheus at last!
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