Lady of Vienna

O Lady of Vienna, why do you cross your smiles and lock away your gowns of lace and silk from times you would prefer to forget?
You used to waltz with pride as you seemed to enrich the entirety of the ballroom and its candlelight with your glimmering smile, tantalizing others with a glance as well as in your partner's strong arms and nearly calloused palms that have never thought of holding another, but he is all you knew and still continue to know.
So why choose to throw away untold riches accumulated over thousands of years, treasures that your people willingly created for you alone, with honest and true intentions gracing their thoughts and generous gifts that matched in an adorable fashion, a sort of simple elegance you were never able to master nor grant to anybody, especially him with his foolish, light gestures you always and easily misunderstand?
Take up your arms so distantly locked away, O Forgotten Lady that wanders through the folds of an untaught history that was never recorded with words of a language doomed to fade from time, but with pictures and music of which most could never even begin to comprehend, though it has been what you have lived and were instructed to believe throughout eras of enlightenments of the sort, for you were content to live in ignorance for a time.
He was similar to you, as were others, as they crawled and stood and grew beside you and your seemingly innocent, yet clouded eyes.
O Dearest Lady, could you even dare to dream of a mortal life without dresses or parties or lies or smiles, fake smiles that you have grown to need everyday upon waking under his unconventional idea of protection?
So trade for him with your fine and once sparkling jewels that adorned your scarred wrists that gifted empty promises if only to see his formerly brilliant smile that is now dying return for one day more before the coming of an untold and unpredicted future with little to find inspiration for as your age of empires that were not empires and a superficial nobility has formally declined and concluded.
It is well known that your sharp and once renowned memory is following close after, in the likeliness of an innocent, maidenly girl to her first love as you call for new tradition and custom and music and dances and even family, though you may have realized they have long since been replaced with arrogant morals as if such changes are what could have been normal all those years ago, when you understood true worth and respect.
It was a respect you commanded to yourself to make truth of, and it has long since been forsaken, with the mimicking and taunting of your faith and dissipated might, but if the past is utterly forgotten, then your proud shadow must follow to repeat itself many times over, until you are unable to simply imagine even one evening without a glimpse of what you longed to leave, though your mind was musty with elder portraits awaiting their timely disposal into neutrality.
O Lady of Vienna, why do you pretend to frown as you drag out new, revealing dresses that come from a time you hope to forget?