In the dawn's mist, where ivy clings to stone, An Edwardian silhouette stands alone. Dark fabric whispers tales of yore, Buttons gleam like stars, a regal core.
A top hat crowns with elegant ease, In morning light, beneath the trees. The coat’s tails flow, a crafted dream, In shadows where memories gleam.
A ghost of fashion’s grander days, In stillness, it stands, a timeless gaze. Whispers of waltzes, grace, and art, An echo of elegance, close to the heart.
