Labyrinth of secrets

Externally so normal
Inside a hall of fame
Forgotten heroes that lit the world
Once masters of the game

The dancehall’s were their playground
A party’s life and soul
Heroes of the Polaroid
When they were in control

Yet time it has no master
Society will change
The divas of the dance floor
Soon become the strange

For all those golden moments
When legends of the night
Now isolated strangers
No longer in full flight

Next time you see their faces
Don’t just pity the old
Every lifeline on their faces
Is a story to be told

For now we are the masters
Yet the future comes to soon
Our golden moments in candlelight
Soon glisten in the moon

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