I could pretend there is an end to life’s little games;
people deceive, play make-believe,
Shut out senses, twisted metal defenses,People taunt, call me potions mistress,
I hear whispers and refuse to flee,
I play consort, mother, widow, dowager,
Curtain calls are few, costume changes often,
The world is my critic,
The public is my mocking, laughing, angry, loving audience
Tragedy and drama are the game,
Comedy is dark, laughter hollow,
Haughty is the understudy for suffering,
Power for passion,
Today I am the playwright,
Tomorrow I play fictional characters,
Empress-mother-wife-conniving-manipulating-lover-dignified-murderer
End scene.
Are you entertained yet?
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