PODM 21 The Players take the Stage

Good Evening Lords and Ladies,
May I present the ever so humble
Company of Thespians all the way
from the hallowed shores of Imperial
Roma.

He stands there in his ragged speckled coat
of so many colors that it makes the eye spin
from one patch to the next. His Company
of players look like the road they have
traveled is still with them, on them, in them.
The men and women bow collectively in their
rags eager to begin their performance
the pent up magics each hold curling out from
the wigs they wear and the chests surrounding
the forthcoming scenes.

The Company Master bows
so low that his wide flat brimmed hat
falls off to land upside down ready
to receive this nights tokens of approval
and affection.

The Company Master straightens
surveys his domain, struts three steps to the left
four steps to the right, clears his throat and-

Let me tell you a tale of
beauty, beasts and desire
The story of what can come
out of tragedy, heresy and fire!

The Stage has been set, the players are primed
let the torches be lit, let my words be rhymed.
let the dancers dance to the music of our minds
let our lies become truth, let it become redefined.

The sun sets now in our fabled land in the East
until the moon is down, until the morning has come
let the player present to you, our story of Beauty
and the curse of the Beast!