The sun bows to the sky
And sparks a rare and lurid circumstance
To summon forth the lover’s twilight dance
As lambent shadows lie

The noble gentleman
Will reach to take his doting partner’s hand
And lead forbidden tangos through the land
Their rhythmic pagan clan

And as the heavens cry
To cool the heated movements on the earth
The passion of the dance is given birth
As lambent shadows lie

The nearby saplings sway
To ancient and erotic metronomes
And in the branches creatures make their homes
In atmospheres so gay

And though day’s embers die
The dancers surge with awe induced desire
So pirouette once more around the fire
As lambent shadows lie

The heathens of the gloom
Take care to follow righteous steps of old
And follow love’s instructions as they told
Until the pending doom

Aroused, the moon shall fly
And sorrowful the twilight dance will end
But more of love's crusaders will ascend
As lambent shadows lie