In a starlit haze, the night unfolds,

A world of glitter, bass, of fading gold.

The clink of glasses, with cheers that swell,

A reckless symphony, heaven or hell?

Laughter sharp, like broken glass,

Echoes through the midnight mass.

Faces flushed with fleeting thrills,

Chasing highs, eroding wills.

Bodies twirl in tangling flight,

Drunk on lust, no tomorrow in sight.

Promises easily whispered, as easily torn,

Regret lies waiting, ushered with the morn.

No wisdom here, just empty glee,

A theater of frivolity.

And in the revels, shadows creep,

Mocking those who dare not sleep.

For fleeting pleasures take their toll,

And leave a hollow in the soul.

What’s built on sand is bound to fall,

A lesson masked beneath the grains and all.