Stage Right
Center stage left, and exit.
Enter the Demon stage right-
And there he comes to play; weaving
His way, piteously, throughout the act.
Lurking on haunches in plain sight.
We smile with mirth; delight.
Oh what a scene! What a show!
Then the lights go out.
Woefully, crowds recognize that which was not fiction.
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