He Who Takes The Stage

A fragrant story to bear the weight
of the many who came before
and those who lie in wait

for the closing of the velvet curtains
on the last play of the hand,
the crumbling of the infernal visage,

lying broken in the sands.
A tale! A tale!
We beg of you, a tale!

Before we go off into our lives,
give us the tale of your own!
What lives you lived

in all the years of centuries
come and gone! Give us a
story, a poem, a song!

But no word was spoken and no
promise broken as the velvet
curtain drew itself closed.

No form stood from audience
or stage to sing of lives, age to age,
to the ear of young and old.


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