I am grateful to Neil Gaiman for his generous permission to use these ideas stolen from Madoc's madness, but still more for the gift of stories.
partying against darkness
We party while it's getting dark. You know
that all the brightest young things gather here
because there's no place else for them to go
where they can be appreciated. So
important to be able to appear
at parties when it's getting dark, you know?
We're fever-moths and fireflies. We glow
and sparkle. Such a lively scene, my dear:
the only worthwhile place there is to go.
A masque of mummers, pantomime with no
libretto making mystery actions clear,
a party in the gathering dark. You know
that's really all that's left to us. Although
we try to hide the fact with hectic cheer,
there isn't any other place to go.
The curtain's risen on the final show
and closing time is on the clock, I fear.
We're partying against the dark. We know