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Almighty Thespian


I vanquish the monstrous pre-show butterflies.

Don’t be deceived 

For these rabid beasts are mighty.

One would relate the strength of these fiend creatures 

To the tenacious Turkish Angora

Slowly tearing its subject apart.

But I am the almighty conquerer

I slay these wicked monsters for breakfast

Thy needs no armor or weapons

For my notable tactics come from the mere presence of cast mates 

And my internal knowledge of the all-knowing script.

I fight these inner demons with ease

Pounding them to a pulp with thoughts of optimism

But the butterflies grow stronger as the Curtain of Delirium opens

And the Lights of Flourish consume the stage

The butterflies devour the attention from a hundred unfamiliar eyes

Expanding their harrowing venom throughout you

You might loose your meal, right there, on stage

But not I, for I am an invincible thespian 

I am a warrior of the stage

And one day, this will be my life

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