Estranged

I'm estranged,
Unestranged,
Regular
But irregular.
I am what
You may call
The light
At the Ball
In the middle
Of the night.
I urge you all
To forget my mighty
Trip and fall,
And beckon
My surrender
In the lords
Arms.
I am sweet
Not sixteen,
I am rueful
But happy,
Even though
It's snappy,
Id do without
The furs
And coats
And live
On a moat.