She reaches the end of the stairways,
her long hair gripped in a mist of grace.
The purple fabric draped from beneath her shoulders,
wears the look of vanity.
And in silver, he's moving towards her,
and watches-
the diaphanous stone glinting amidst her graceful fingers.
Asks for her hand and he causes
the smile on her face.
Now, he awaits to spend
his life with her.

The crowd watches,
in amusement;
popping another's life to curb emptiness.
They twitch in indifference,
and whine at happiness.
The curtains fall,
the story of the world around you
remains the same.