The microphone blares its baleful screech  
as the man at the podium begins his question.  
A glance over, his black rimmed glasses slide down his nose,   
He slips one arm around the girl next to him;  
A disconnection, causing an uninvited anger   

I fume, looking down, my glass is empty  
I stand, going up, placing glass on bar  

A mirror before me, an annoyance at best  
As I wait for a paltry taste at societies behest...  
Wait!  
There, at the door, my eyes cannot thwart,  
A girl, no a goddess! of fiery report.  
She sits at a table with unworthy cohorts, 
Her dazzling smile, her electric gaze,  
Oh and her hair! Her hair a thousand embers ablaze!  
How it moves and sways to a dance of its own  
It has me enraptured for the beauty it has shone.  
And yet, sadly I know I am but simply a dog unknown,  
A leper, a thief, a squalid peasant to disown.  
A mockery of man, merely a boy to condone,  
A tiny pebble to her leer, when she seeks a marble stone,  
A Queen looking for a King to sit next to her throne.  

I sit here contemplating, a destiny to bemoan  
One...two....three....four  

Time before time, no meaning to deplore,
He drinks the fire, so he can no longer abhor.  
Towers of glass gleam tragically before,  
He stands from the bar, a mighty hero of yore  
And approaches said maiden with bravery galore!  

"I have seen thee from afar, I have seen thee well,  
and so I hath come to speak to thee to break thy spell.  
From first glimpse I hath wrought,  
From last light I hath fought,  
Forasmuch as mine heart thou hath taken  
And I fear thou may be mistaken,  
For I am simple and meek, a pauper no more,  
Simply unworthy for a goddess such as thee to adore."  

And then she would smile and offer her hand  
And the hero, with maiden, would fly away so grand.  

The microphone unleashes its unearthly squeals  
And the dreams I hold dear, this reality, it steals.  
And I notice the pints casually standing  
Atop the mottled paper ovals cheering my reflection.  
The girl still sits with her bothersome company,  
I still sit alone among my thoughts so trite
And I wonder sadly to myself  
If a simple word would end this tragic comedy 

"Hello."