Blemished Stars
Standing ‘neath the spotlights
Burning white and blue
Calling on the muses
For something real and true
The theater is a sanctuary
A hallowed, fertile ground
Where humans mix with mystics
And the ancient wise abound
The poet, and the prophet
The shaman, and the priest
Displaying all the archetypes
From the greatest to the least
We’ll never tire of stories
For that is what we are
The theater is a universe
And we its blemished stars
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