The prosperous night...

The air knows all,
The air knows you,
The raised platform in front of the empty hall,
The pristine morning dew...

The rusted raindrops in the cold,
With her many a dreams she holds.
Watch those dreams unfold,
The prestigious blood vessels in her heart of gold...

My lord, can you see those broken dreams he's saving?
My lord, can you see those grotesque streets he's paving?
My lord, can you see the obnoxious way he's behaving?
My lord, can you see his dignity falling?

A withering magnitude,
A road to no where,
From where does the diversity of life protrude,
Where is the base of their despair?

The evening embraces me,
The blends in the dusk,
The evening caresses me,
Why did this day rust?

A perfectly laid table,
The laughs and illusions at twilight,
Many a chats unstable,
The longevity of the night...

The red color of her evening gown,
That matched the rose in his pocket,
The golden color of the candles they lit,
Those intentions were wicked...

It was raining fake chivalry,
The dainty dances of the ladies and gentlemen,
Divine souls created their beautiful cutlery,
Many a souls they had to mend...

A fatal attraction,
Not even the strongest Cavalry cure,
A fatal reaction,
Reactions too obscure...

His vain is as transparent as glass,
her intentions will never unfurl,
She wished he would take of


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