Behold, our bridal gaiety
A pageantry of glitz
Beauty be a bloom,
A thousand lilies-stuck
Still come to naught
Grandeur and virtuousness
Defies nous and notions,
Eye-deafening spectacle
And ear-blinding whirrs
Queens’ and kings’ obeisance
Fondle her feet with honor
Eerie deities grace the floor
In gaudy turbulent togas,
Fancy fiery masquerades
Choke our somber sobriety
Brandishing rusty machetes
Cold with scabbard mold
Blade stunts and wiles
Rouse the nuptial repast
A Nubian prince of war,
Lies slain in pseudo mêlée
A tribute to the numb tsarina
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