A moment filled with ecstacy,
Pride ran through the nerves,
Laughed hard the plight,
Nothing is permanent little did it know.

Captured in frames,
The candid conversations,
The exotic curtains,
The well dressed dashing diner.

Besides, the melodies played,
The ball began,
To the right and left they moved,
Everything went well as per the plan.

The red stain was all that left,
Behind the smile was there a smirk,
The relics soon properly swept,
It was just the dashing diner's quirk.