The Coffins' Ball


Descended unlike others,
tangled with silk
of bloody patches.
swirling around,
bones below heels,
white oblivion
and moon illusory in origin,
bought by cents.


Sneaking in,  through
the coquettish laughter.
Their whisper
intoxicated  the ears,
tempting conscience
born dead,
echoed few sins, 
uncommitted yet.


Awaken the distinctive minds,
time to strum;
their coffins' symphony.