“The Cult of the Midnight Revelers” by Camille Scordis, XI: poetry

The Cult of the Midnight Revelers

We welcome you, We’re the midnight revelers Singing a requiem for the year. Dance and drink, Let yourself be merry, Beast or fairy, we all play here. The new year’s knock sounds at hearts’ door, Ambrosia falls from drunk, red lips, Immortal eyes glint with splendor, The moon glows bright, The clear mind slips. Eros joins with glorious raiment, Pour a drink and raise a glass, A toast to all, Both loved and lonely, Let’s lie together on dewy grass. Though time does tarry, The moon grows dim, So we’ll scamper westward with glee. Remember us, the midnight revelers, As down our hedonic path we flee.

— Camille Scordis, XII: poetry