Party in the shadows
Ending with aplomb, tomorrow we sing again
The praises of a courage, and what has
A salty face for the rest, and the blessing of when

Compare me to a star, a lover will ask
Time and offering honor, to you
Is a wish so soundly made, in the words we lack?
To seldom seen, or requited win, of consensus we are due

Also at the party, was a survivor
Of meant calamity, and the since of hope
We see you have a better day, than the rise of misery, in any form
Time will show a heart come, with the passion of sensitivity aloof

Charisma was the first to ask, "In a dry and held joke"
"Would you like to say, the coming and going of a house"
"That took the edge's off a guarantee, like a burden that looked"
"Before all, the sound of our merriment, and better halves of choice"

The survivor looked and asked:
"What is the joke?"
Charisma intoned, "Nobody's going to slap you on the face for staring"
Smiling, the survivor asked somebody to dance...