Final Dance
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,...
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,...