When the lights scatter
From the jewels of the chandelier
Illuminating the grand room
Of white marble and expensive glass
On a starry night of fall.The evening of great importance
For those who are present there,
Guests from great empires
And fallen monarchs
And new democracies
All assemble in a union
Of love rather than politics.The orchestra performance
Fills the room like a breeze
That blows on a monsoon evening
Carrying the petrichor
From the field to the city.As the first key strikes
On the grand piano,
Everyone begins to find a pair,
Holds hands and waltzes around
Like deer through the green land.One pair was peculiar:
Two women in the circle
Of noble origin
Dancing like white peacocks
When the summer shower begins.One in men's decorative suit,
A gentleman lady
Of white linen, black vest, and gold embroidery
With rank pinned to her shoulders
And wings pinned to her left breast
And ribbon of knighthood on the right,
With rider pants and boots,
Questioning the imposed patriarchy.The other as noble,
With class and elegance,
A gown of silk cream
Silver threads holding beads
That hold the story of the country's art
That’s fading in history.As they waltz around,
They knew this would be the last
To share their love like they
Did in the past,
As sisters from different wombs.Every step they treasure
With memories of the past,
Every swing they have,
Exchange messages without a word,
Every contact of their eyes
Keeping them in check
Of the future they have taken for the rest.The sisterhood they shared
That rivaled other loves,
The bond was deeper than the ink
Of tattoos that many get.
They were pillars for each other,
As both didn't fit the molds
Of the higher society
And fought through and through
And became stars known across.As the music began to slow down,
Melody by melody reducing,
Both their grips tightened
For the last round
Around the hall before the switch.
And when their eyes met for the last time,
A promise of understanding was made,
And they danced for the last time like they did
For the first time as teens
In the whispers of woods.At the end, both
Bowed to each other
With respect and love.
When the time for pair switch came,
The suited noble loosened her hand
And passed it to the man
With a nod of understanding and respect
And a silent pass down of promise
To protect her friend at all costs
And accept the fact
Their friendship would never be the same again.
© RukiaAckerman