Wisps of smokey mist,
In a strange alley at the back,
Sky so dark,
On this cold evening of impending greatness.
Talking to the dark side,
As the chandelier emitted a strange glow,
Nursing back to health,
The evil one was a drop in the ocean.
Help arrived a tad late,
The town set ablaze,
Royals were marching,
To where it always started out.