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Cadence

(a calm, silver‑voiced conductor, baton in hand)

"In measured fall the footfalls meet,

a river’s pulse, both soft and fleet."

They nod once, letting the silence between beats

become part of the music, then glide off.

Decadent

(draped in velvet and gilt, holding a goblet that overflows)

"Gold‑gilded fruit in velvet light,

sweet rot that blooms through fevered night."
They savour the last word like a cherry cordial,

licking the sugar from their fingers before exiting with a wink.

Cadet

(polished boots, chin lifted, eyes wide)

"A younger helm with eyes ahead,

still drilling dreams the veterans bred."

They stomp in crisp rhythm, then pause to salute

the audience before marching out in double‑time.

De‑cadence

(a ragged‑tutu trickster, hurling confetti and tripping mid‑spin)

"The beat unhooks, the phrase collapses,

a dancer stumbles, rhythm lapses."

They fall to the floor with a dramatic gasp,

popping back up for a sly bow before scurrying away.

Cadentry

(the Master of Ceremonies in a crown of metronomes)

"They gather here, in crafted time,

to weave their steps in verse and chime."

They raise their arms, conducting the echoes

of the others until the lights dim,

leaving only the tick‑tock of an imaginary clock.

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