The ballroom of opportunity.

The ballroom of opportunity, anarchy and death,
The guillotine's sharpened, immobile at best.

The songless bird's flight is obstructed by one,
The hell of the night is naught but for fun.

The snake without tail, the personality of dime,
The rest are as black as a bone without wine.

The dancers at least are not alone.
The beast ate night, the beast ate bone.