Thespians the players
Paris’s lust brings down the walls
Priam’s tears Ophelia knows
Othello’s rage Nero plays
Dante inferno blazes away
Windmills slain never to rise
Milton, Emerson, Whitman poets all
Chase Socrates away
Tell the poets to stay
The curtain draws the night begins
Beauty, loneness, honor, hubris
Loves sweet sweet nectar blooms
A twist a turn a fall from grace
Longing searching where has it gone
Thespians the players
Have seen it all
Time and time again
They play on
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