To stand amongst such opulence,
As a stain before the rain,
A humble man, humbled.
There is a sense of false spotlight upon me
Within the fractured colours
Of Stained glass memories,
Beacons seeking sin.
Am I to be judged not decadent enough
Before the gold and ruby splendour;
Cowed beneath domes and filagree?
I cannot answer for I am speechless,
But relieved to have removed my shoes.
Of no consequence this chaos,
No rubble do I see,
Peeling paint is but a blur
As I twist, and turn, and dance.
I move to the forgotten heartbeat
Of a time where more was less.
Where these walls dripped opulence,
And glamour, and insincerity.
I dance as I did then,
But with no more tears to shed.
I dance for a time before time,
For a dance stemming only from love.
I dance amongst ruins to show
It wasn’t all for nothing.
I dance for a decadent past,
And decadent love, and decadent lust.
For who else is there left
To dance, but I?
(Amazing artwork from zemotion.net)