Crystal

It distorts the
Radiant light that filters through,
Shedding it off
Onto the ground
Where it skips about,
One chasing another around
And around.
It sets the
Mood for
The Prim and Proper,
Who
Slide and Twirl,
Slide and Twirl,
Slide and Twirl.
The combinations,
Seemingly endless,
Make them continue
All through the night.
I command
All of this,
In some way,
From behind the curtain.
The
Lights
And
Sounds
Of this place,
All for me.
And,
In its own way,
This is the real
Pleasure.