The lights are shining upon me
as I dance
on the altar of entertainment
with the music guiding me.
Blank faces marveled inside,
are watching me
like the Orion Nebula in outer space.
My soft crimson hair falling
like a waterfall,
violet silk ribbons, tied on my legs, flying,
and wearing a dress of light.
My puffy red velvet tutu swirling
as I spin in a perfect circle
as my left-hand carries a rosary
and a human skull on the other.
My small feet barely touching the ground
for my body of a ballerina,
rich English accent,
and voice of a mermaid
into my little world
that was created by my brother.
a song of a battle between two families
conflicting each other with bitterness,
and the death of the Blue Warrior
sends the Red Princess, his love,
into depression and committed suicide.
my words that passed
through my red gate
spreading out to open gates
to the heart and soul.
As I act,
I portray with Nile rivers
that spring from the eyes
to laughter emitted from the chest
that lifts lonely pain in my heart.
“To be or not to be”,
a quote from my father Shakespeare,
is not a question
but a command
that I must act like the person
in the papers.
If I do not act
like the person who is not me,
then what is my purpose
as a hypocrite?
For my spirit lives in each actor,
that serves in my wooden altar,
that sacrifices their sweat and blood
not for the prize, but for the performance
that will continue on to the end of time.
As centuries go on,
I will never perish,
for I am Azora, the Mother of Drama
and creator of all tragedies and comedies
with just the scribbling of the pencil.
As the play ends,
lights go out and faces walks away
leaving me alone in the darkness.
I started to weep and wail,
due to the loneliness
and depression in my heart.
I suddenly heard a noise:
“clap. clap. clap.”
I looked up and saw a shadow.
I smiled through tears
and my voice whispered
thought the darkness,
“You’ve always been there
for me, haven’t you?