The Opera of Dusk

THE OPERA OF DUSK Theatre of life dawdles on Beyond that old and crumbling wall, Where birds and insects come on stage Dusk relaying a curtain call. The city of stones pensive dwells Lauding the show with silent breath, As shadows play a grisly game Of hide and seek with stoic death. The evening star sets out to warn A haunting moon over the lake - To brighten not it’s luminescence That ghouls from stupor may awake. Thus act out nightmares from their past That heart of darkness may arouse, To let the loathsome night applaud Phantom of the Opera House. ***********