Twas a night of festivities

Both joyful and loud

King H’rod wast looking splendid

And quite proud

 

Howev’r something hath seemed off

F’r Queen H’rodias wast too gleeful

The lady did behold a malicious reasoneth

F’r the lady hadst pick’d Saint John to cull

 

Outside the party wast quite a scene

F’r Saint John’s headeth wast about to forswear at his feet

And suddenly the humor changes

To a gloomy scene from festivites so upbeat

 

Dread fills thee

As thee gaze this, thee may asketh

“Do those gents has’t nay conscious?”

Then thee bethink “no, f’r those gents nay heart to holdeth”

 

Thee gazes as

The party carries on

And Salome dances in a quite quaint mann’r

While h’re lies Saint John