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...

now i feel guilty
had he been
from here or there
would say the same..

because the class barrier
transcended everything
except love..
i doubt that she

would take her kit off..
however
that was a brave move
society as a microcosm

in a confined ocean liner..
the poor would be *******
below
and in the upper echelons
no se..

but there would be little
interaction..
still,romance..
there is death..

if the whole thing awful
and small loss
what would be the point..
the muscians played on..