Fate Of A Showgirl
Confetti on the floor and the curtains close, a shadow amidst the crowd catches her eye
The deft moves and the grin of a Cheshire cat
And the stars in her eyes
Fell for the glamour and the vibes
Vowed to the art, till the bright sunrise
Then the clock strikes twelve and the sleepless night
Brings the opal-eyed knight to a lifeless fight, of the tales and the cuts
And the chaos of the worlds, they portray
Where they shine, where the pieces truly shatter
The life of the gray and the brave
The showgirl survives yet another sky
Then the king walks down, to the aisle through the hall
Watches her carry out, the story of her downs
And ups and seas, and the talons of her enemies
Imprinted on the plays she puts forth, through the magical prose
And the showgirl sees, the little-st of her dreams, in reality
Wakes up from the fate of the fortuitous mistake, the lights dim down
But the glow never dwindles cause she wears the crown
A vessel of hope, a beacon of woe
The showgirl survives yet another night.
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