I danced with another,
Alas! What folly!
I betrayed my love,
My only love,
La dernière!
For a waltz with the wicked,
I spun, I fell, I burned,
I let myself be devoured,
By the phantom of Eros,
By illusions dressed in black silk,
By the laughter of Dionysus in a motley face.
I tried,
To be raw as I was with you,
But she was not you.
Not even a shadow cast by your light.
Not even a fraction of your birth.
I saw her.
She will never see me.
One last danse macabre,
Before I return,
To the void where my love once lived.
