Before the curtain call
Our leads will both play the hero.
Your motives aren't clear
but we shouldn't understand.


Now we're getting on like fire.
There's black wicks in our eyes.
And those flaming men are here
Your hands cupped at their thighs.


Our audience approves-
each role played to perfection.
But, they'd never even dream
of the laughs beyond this illusion.


Yes, we're getting on like fire.
Let's burn it to the ground?
Your venom veins spit so fiercely
To the silence all around.


Penned by my hand on the 9th of Ios, in the year 291 MA.