Amidst the clamor, silence doth descend, Returning to the genesis of dreams. In the master chamber, Sunlight pierces through, Gentle hues cascade, A tapestry woven of ambition and peace. In the son’s domain, A zebra of black and white doth rest, Each corner compressing shadows tight, Yet freedom surfs upon the waves of light. In the parlor, The dining table bears witness, As Victorian tides recede, Countless nights of clinking goblets echo, Still, the warmth of slumber lingers on, A soft embrace of yesteryears.