I set up a pedestal one day
and in swathes of red, I dressed it up.
Someone chanced upon it one fine day
and my pedestal no longer had an empty spot.
I came to adore and love the one who had clambered on
and then one fine day, they left it for a warmer one.
So that dreary day, I climbed upon my beautiful stage
and ever since then over it, it is only I who holds sway.