The chandeliers shimmer, the night turns to gold,

The grandeur feels gentle, assured, and controlled.

 

The air tastes of purpose, of something refined,

Of knowing the worth that the years left behind.

 

I’ve paid for my grace; the balance feels due,

The crown isn’t heavy - it fits like it knew.

 

The silence feels regal, the glass glows in hand, 

I stand in the life I had once only planned.