''Ahh Lady Mel how could ye not see
The devil beside ye is but an image of me''
A puff of black smoke, a much different scene
Standing beside ye... the Sorcerer Supreme
Horns on head and pitchfork in hand
''Ye dare give mighty Archangels commands?''
Fire cascades, a smoldering cape
Changes mechanical monkey, to infernal ape
A magical mayhem of music ensues
With guests all ensorcered, dancing continues
The sky darkens above and ground cracks below
Wrought iron bars over every window
With his devilish smile, in his eye a gleam
''The ball doth continue, says the Sorcerer Supreme''