Shadow in the corner, outside looking in
A ring of drunken dancers he studies carefully
No muse of fire, but tongues of flame
Another wheel turns round
But what a work of art he quietly admires!
The saints and sinners, colored bright
And twisting human knot.
A Gypsy woman, scarlet dressed
With eyes of changing hue
Is spinning round a suited man
And pressing her flesh to his.
And the shadow watches silently,
Narrowed gaze avoiding theirs.
His stomach knots, he turns to leave
But something keeps him there.
The hours pass and still he stands
Outside looking in.
Then vanishes back into the night
Silent and alone.
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