Salut to the tenants of the night, Who bend faith and time, Who bend modest climes, Wrapped in a thunder cloud, And reach for the holy grail. Salut to the tenants of the night, Who put to shame A million eyes in vigil, A sky with the cloudy sigils, Of mercy and benevolence. Salut to the tenants of the night, When the wild sounds of a cock And a thousand eyes salivate, Raping with uncouth cheers, The only two women who dare To chase the storm for their empty bellies. Salut to the tenants of the night, Those uncouth ladies - harlots, Who tried their best to hide The blemish and the hair white With rouge and dyes, And streaks of gold That aged upon the silken strands, And burnt in callous hands. Salut to the tenants of the night, Such nights with only one stand, In the jaws of the beast Who nourish from their passion, And their love sourced from the valleys of neglect Nurse them all. But once in a while, They walk in the night with a thousand stands, Where beasts amused, whet their appetite. All eyes fixed on the heaving hollow mounds, Where love depleted, love extracted, Only footprints reside, Footprints of every size. Salut to the tenants of the night, In their cheap perfume, Filth ridden glamour, And sad dance moves, Which give away their sense of art. The green stems of aesthetic, Amidst inspirations blooming in a tavern, Their gaze never touched The tulips in the fields, Where sky was a tease, And the heavens displayed Ancient mirth in a breeze. Salut to the tenants of the night, Who do not dream, Because they have learned To dream is to be unhappy, Who sleep for the solitude. Salut to the tenants of the night, Who never will read Brothers Grimm, Abridged or otherwise. They know no Cinderellas, Nor wait for the princes upon white steeds. They have a horde of highwaymen, Who rob them each night, Who take refuge in their flesh, And take off with their pride. Salut to the tenant of the night, The innocent harlot, Being eaten alive, Her limbs a bounty, Her lips a bounty, Her fear a bounty, A million fragments of her soul. Each will be ripped, Each will beg and bleed, Each will be preyed upon. While those who devour her, With eyes, With lies, With sighs, Will dreams of heaven, And unmitigated paradise. Salut to the mother Who never was, Salute to the sister Who never could, Salut to the wife Who never will. Salut to the love That never would.