A Festival of Words

I was talking the other day as I heard the tinkle of lament
"Why must things be accompanied by disaster?"
I smiled at the meter of the statement; 

without notice my mind began its playful shaping ~

thoughts of comparison and contrast eschewing contradictions,

weaving unlikely bonds together for attractions sake.

I found myself surrounded as if at a great festive ball, where emotions were dressed in finery and ostentatious filigree.  Announcing themselves as important.

 Ornate and sparkling ~ grandiose coiffeurs accenting elegant, delicate shimmerings.
   " Oh look, here comes Avarice with stealth!" What a magnetic couple.
   "...and look, behind them, is that Arrogance and Lust?" If ever there was a
perfect match.
And mentioned as just in passing, the Nuevo richness,

  "Blind ambition accompanied by Disaster"...what a charming and entertaining enterprise
   "Have you ever visited their home? No? Exquisite and expensive!
Flamboyant and ever in the poise of being remodeled"
as if it were a game to guess, just whence they all had come