dualist/duelist

Knowing my deep love for Rostand,
And his city Paris alight ,
A long nosed poet can understand ,
All those lusting for the night,

Never having been too good a Christian,
In faith, barbarity or good looks,
Walking in silver moonlight again,
Forever a dualist duelist in DeCartes books,

But longing for red haired dancer,
And true love that’s sung,
Her voice make her a necromancer,
When deaths steel has stung,

Come what may, They will say,
And watch the brazon can-can,
Beauty fair a pained soul betray,
When one loves a courtesan,