A carousel spins, all tickets are taken,

In the spectral glow there are no spaces,

Faltering before I could touch the stage,

Where gilded creatures would parade,

Basking in light and adorned with crowns,

The clandestine club echoes from higher ground,

A secret soirée that glitters for miles,

A cryptic place behind a cold turnstile,

With one jolt the spectacle launches from its base,

Cruelly floating into outer space.