A vignette, a scene!
The title card reads:
"All stories stem
From unfulfilled needs."
See the passing beautiful faces,
Their names recall
Dry Caucasian races.

A vignette, a scene!
The worn monster starts to breathe,
An old movie actress screams.
The underlying theme:
Everyone plays a part,
so, pretend enthusiastically.

A vignette, a scene!
All wrongs righted
And ends roughly tied.
Screen fades to a phrase,
it's bold and black and white;
observers seem relieved.
If only onscreen
the graveless dead
and survivors, so scared,
Knew writers
Give chaos cheap meaning,
Wrapped up
In a colorful refrain.