I see you’re having fun with the dust of the days   I see you play with toys, toys with hidden swords   I dislike to see you feeding unnatural affections   Leaving no counter poison to the hate you spread      And now      I saw two sets of jaws fly into your heart   Claims for heroes and ghosts clamering for reply      There is a sort of delight when you masquerade to the ball   Right before the loom strikes I see you fall      And now      On the day we arise and come to extremes   You’ll be surprised to know who’s the enemy