The grey sky weeps
Tears from behind a mask
Upon a stage
Watched by faces invisible
Hid behind fierce lights
The audience.
Saddened ribbons fall
Like magic wings
Gossamer in flight
Tragic yet proud
Unable to fight
Another battle.
A magnified eye
Contorted stare
From the back room peers
Midnight approaching
In a haunted step
Backwards from shadow.
The sky now roars
Rolling in venom
Thunder now voices
For the show it ends
Tears falling
To polite applause.
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