Skimming the Edge of a fine soiree

Glimpsing through the window
I saw the gala from a snow drift ledge
Perukes, periwigs and fine paduasoy
mixed and mingled as I madescent
listened in to porcelain elegance
honeyed tongues dripped sweet sugars
warm decadence like light from a candle
held me enrapture, the mind flying
in whirling dervish which trick deem me entry
the door fusilier kept position
flickering flint hovering defenses striking debonair,
his frock coat fell formulating menace
giving me pause in thought to dark cellars
but I flushed this fear with nip of spirit
proclaiming a title which fit my visage
and in the old ways he announced
"his Lordship Peregrine Gall"
leads upon scenery greens took awe
in bright eye offerings
to regale me with crystalline prose
if some exchange could divvy my talk
then I know well, heart in hearth