Bygone Age

Pompous lords and their glittering ladies
Dance circles beneath gleaming chandeliers
Across pale marble floors
To the music of a half-forgotten orchestra.

Pompous lords in black, sipping glasses of brandy,
Glittering ladies in the spectrum, laughing gaily
Surrounded by gilt-framed masterpieces
Stern-faced generations and pastoral scenes
To the music of a half-forgotten orchestra.

Archaic displays of manners
Pompous lords bow stiffly to glittering ladies
Glittering ladies blush and curtsy to pompous lords
Beneath the dying light of gleaming chandeliers,
To the music of a half-forgotten orchestra.

Pompous lords and their glittering ladies
Fade into the serene mists of history
Faint reminders linger, a tinkling laugh, clinking glasses
And the echoes of a half-forgotten orchestra