Twisting shadows
Surround the palace
Causing a haunting aura
Keeping guests on their toes
Ready to sprint,
at any advancing move
Wine is served
The waitors sudden movements cause the light of heart to flinch
Music is playing
Harpists strumming
Nerves are calmed
As the night progresses,
The past is forgotten,
Intoxication is bliss
A guest is refused another glass
An uprising evolves
Shadows and dignity forgotten
a fight emerges on the crowded floor
Delightment surrounds the halls
Excitement is in the faces of servailers
First bruises
Now blood
The opponent backs away
Streaming tears
The opponent is led to safety.
The inflictor, pushed down.
Muscians attempt to uplift the disturbed
But sweet songs prove frivilous to the matter
Some walk out
too much of a night
Carridges swerve and crash,
A result of drunk choffers
Most make it home
But some die in pleasure...