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@ AceaSpades
2025-03-26 04:58:21
The portal is closing.
The symphony comes to an end.
Ballet, a dance of partners,
A wish of hearts,
Now closing its curtains.
I foolishly sit
Eagerly waiting
For the circus to begin again,
As crowds file past me,
Chuckles and popcorn falling,
Crushed under foot,
I sit waiting
For the show to carry on.
But the night is now over,
The laughs have been had,
The music been heard,
The dancers are gone now
Into the nightbreeze chill.
Yet still, I sit waiting,
The empty chairs yawning,
A cough, I start, could it be?
Yet the lights now go out,
And now without my sight
I am truly alone in the theater.
Yet still, I am waiting
For the show to carry on,
But I know that it won’t,
Yet still, I am waiting.
Never shall I leave
For the show was too perfect
And nothing perfect should ever be finished.