Life ends
simple bitter finale
minutes before our ideas
thrive in the mind
of the present
For the nether
a mystique in soul,
deep resonate despair.
We want control of that
scope beyond, infinite magic.
Sweet mystery is love,
realistic to the wakeful eye,
more impactful in fear,
when our lives become
measured.
A life spent
entertaining the seats,
mentoring the masses,
forgiving the ill,
now manifests a timely
farewell,
one sure to confuse
a following,
heart-wrenching pain.
will us all say good-bye
now.
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*we lost a master of the stage to tragedy today.