Passion

The Decadent Prince is holding court,
roses and wine take the day,
reciting verse of debaucherous flesh,
absinthe and laudanum play.
Inhaling smoke of opium pipe
exhaling cares and constraint,
unfettered we dance with the spirit of id
goodbye to morbid restraint.
The morrow may call with aching mind,
we may lose some hours of this coil,
but the Decadent Prince, dances on in his dream
unhindered by mortal man's toil.
Take your poison and sing, raise your hemlock on high,
to the prince we will give up our toast,
"For the decadent Prince!" We will lay down our lives
To become the most unholy ghosts.
So rut and imbibe of lust's treasure trove,
take your sin as medicinal balm,
be angry, be vulgar, be lurid and drunk,
but be blessed with a rogue's naked charm.
when the prince has long gone, and these days are long past
and your limbs ache and body is bent,
Look back on these times of laughter and love
and remember those days, decadent!!