Marche after Midnight by Patrick Trombly

(Venetian Blonde - Two Hours Later)

In shadows where the empty promise dies,

truth echoes in the silence of the hall:

nocturnal boots won't march to beauty’s call.

With Marchesa, his informant lies.

Though the master baits a trap, no rival tries

to climb to where her fresh-dyed tresses fall.

He leaves his bride a prisoner to his wall,

nowhere to go. They’ll box up her disguise,

but our proud-chested heroine won't rest:

because her loyal maids of honor keep

a silent King to rule her lonely night.

If her hollow Duke won't come and do his best,

she'll simulate the act while he's asleep,

and stimulate herself to her delight.