In shadows, all in beads, she turns -
And while the dancers sway
Eyes gaze above an empty glass
Dark eyes dark hearts obey
In mist of lies the true self lies
Which is it now, my dear?
From flame to phoenix quick she hies
Then newly disappears

Her image haunts the mirrors so
All feathers - but no wings
A flash of flesh, a lip, a brow
She dips, she laughs, she sings!
How wild is the reign of Mab,
The faerie queen of dreams...

She comes in guises in the night
In shadows, all in beads -
Through roaring music, smoke, and light
She rallies and she leads
Dark eyes stare through the mask slits,
Red lips murmur a charm:
May fantasy soar free tonight!
Tomorrow's yet to come...