Dark glamour

Apparently, a full moon was sailing high in the sky.

And La Traviata was rampaging through my skull like a macabre circus.

This beautiful show had been transformed through the lens of fitful sleep into a deliciously ghoulish pantomime.

Freakish party guests pranced past on an endless, delirious merry-go-round.

Their message was clear – would you like to join us?

In the opera's story, they are attending a party which has been thrown by the most popular high-class prostitute in Paris.

They did seem to be having a marvellous time.

Would you?!