the prince of all that is forgot
of colours swirling in the air
he dances all alone on his stage
in his empty theatre
his feet kick up the dust beneath them
and the rusty lights above
blurr the liquid shadows

he makes his mask his lonely prison
to which no-one holds the key
and as he bows his head to darkness
and basks in quiet applause
from vacant seats
he smiles softly at his fading dreams
from behind his mask
Last edited by jumped_up_kid at Jun 3, 2008,