Of brightest colours
Beneath the stars
Torches and candles
Iron braziers' light
In blue midnight
Gowns of silk
Fineries of all kind
Whirling in solemnity
"A dance, do you mind?"
A thousand miles from sorrow
High society indeed
La crème de la crème
The very best of breed
Extravagance never is
Too extra for those ladies fair
Gossiping girls, all of them
"Oh, look, this lady's hair!..."
Talking with hushed voices
Polite merchants' noises
"This daughter of mine,
She might well catch your eye..."
This just a market of brides n' grooms
An exchange, !!one truth for a hundred lies!!
Gossip girls and merchants noble
Less n' less real knights and dames
Nobility used to mean heroes, and protection
But long extinct, those once bright flames
The only light there, now,
Comes from a stake pile in the debris
Burning bright, but in truth all hollow
This great bonfire of vanities
First, I had the idea for this while listening Pachelbel's Canon in D-Dur (at least I think it's in D-Major). Secondly, I wanted to publish it yesterday, already, but just typed the title, and thought nothing of it. I thought it would have been saved as a draft, but actually it turned out, that I published the title. And, as it further turned out, it started trending, with just the title! I had to laugh so hard🤣