One night 

Before shackles and a ring befall her so says her friends, who are still free to wear their curtains of crimson while she dons a thick cloud of white. 

One night 

Sheds light upon the chaos hidden safely in dark rooms and makes faded shadows dance along even more faded walls of grey. 

One night 

Is shielded in smoke and masked by ash, similar to the monochromatic and missing face of the man whom her mother has decided she will wed.  

One night 

Gives small colors to skin and wine as she decides to stand, spin, and caper about, the ruffles of her stifling cloud starting to raise dust.

One night 

Sets loose a young woman with only a few hours left to call her own; she wills that the only strings that will tug at her tonight are those of the guitars,  

And reaches for that last kiss of freedom.