Dark as night with the day's own light the rays flicker and fall. In the dim below all things do glow the same one and all. Here Royals hold court on the proud wooden support yet never knowing they're there. None of them caring, yet all of them sharing that same knowing stare. In front of their face roam jesters in lace dancing round like the smoke in the sky. But suddenly light gives them a good fright and they all must say goodbye.