Hypothesis On Aristocracy

The moon was on its wane Men enjoying killing animals in sport Gallery floated by nymphs Followed by princess and her mates Hitherto hope sustained, Anguishes over ruled, Staggered by sickening quality Merely were they impeded by malign? What instinctively I loathed is futility Wondered, foul villainy will rein? I dreaded rather a dark pit vaguely The archenemy of the delicate ones was creeping on apace Already the suppressed mob had begun To learn anew, one old repeated lesson Becoming reacquainted with fear still be seen I clearly could see the prince of Athena wins While all remained busy with excitement, It floated into my mind once again Is it just stirring up in vain? As it were by the current of my meditations? Hypothesis on aristocracy continues, Mockery on upper class sustains……..