Circumstances
Decadence dripping from the corner of your clubmaster Hardly blending into a Sunset Boulevard summer These tribulations embraced me like kintsugi like velvet ribbons, flowery gowns, lace chantilly Powdery women and pompous men Their voices were nectar and ambrosia: "Armageddon punishes the realists, for hedonists died in euphoria" The world churns on counter-clockwise Hector, Paris, Sisphyus, Oedipus: Stuck in our blessed roles and circumstances To save the dragon, I must slay the princess