When twilight covers the city,
The buildings shimmer as if they were glass.
The square is decorated with the colors of Autumn,
To celebrate the summer that has just come to pass.
The soldiers have returned and as tradition tells,
The ball will begin after they ring the church bells.
A chime for the soldiers, who have returned with pride.
A chime for the young girls, who may soon be a bride.
A chime for the distant lands, who may be foe or friend.
And a chime for the angels, from whom we descend.
The citizens flock the streets and head for the square,
As the growing darkness adds a slight chill to the air.
The music begins as the sun sets to the west,
And the lanterns illuminate the city’s noble crest.
The people are dressed in their symbolic black and white,
White for their guardians and black for the night.
THe people dance until they hear the tolling of the church bells once more,
Signaling that it was the end of the evening and time to head to their door.
They leave the square without a moment to dwell,
Saying to eachother, “Ave atque vale”,  “Hail and farewell”.
They return to their homes for the rest of the night,
By the light of the Moon, which is brilliantly bright.
And while the opalescent Moon shines over the dew covered grass,
The seraphs watch over the City of Glass.