EPILOGUE

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.