Auspicious Night

That woman, that woman so pale,

Decorated body put on sale.

Fabricated world of fantasies and plight,

Won the king on that auspicious night.

That man, that man jumped in a puddle of tears,

When she was drowning in her own fears.

Rescued her, initiated her flight,

Won the queen on that auspicious night.

Her reflection, her reflection in his eyes,

His body, his body draped with her lies.

He stole her darkness and she stole his light,

Both have to die now, it’s the auspicious night!

Their epitaph, their epitaph will be inked by half-baked court men,

Who’d talk about, talk about their unaccomplished plans.

Tonight, pain is a detuned guitar producing a sound of spite,

Both shall jam again, tuning themselves when comes that auspicious night.