The dressing room shrouds
A feignly disguised drama all of
Actors smiling sweetly to each other
While psychologically turning the knife
In each and everyone's comfort zone
The whispers the stares,
The rumors fighting to flare
Camaraderie between wizards and witches
Only their magic is black
It wealds a knife so sharp
Cutting all to its lair
The bright lights shine corruptly
Into a stars eyes
Makes them believe their pretentious publicity
An ignoble and corrupt disguise
Empty praises giving fodder to be
Deceived by their own deceptive duplicity
Copyright Natasha Anne Kelleher