Now That’s Show Biz
The curtain of deceit hangs
With the veil of Hell, she gains
Cloaked in disguise he tries
To all but pass through time
Frozen with ill will,
The other’s anger threatens to spill
Trapped in a fantasy world of bliss
‘Tis but poison that ends her kiss
The other’s intent never found out
He merely bows, relishing the hoots and shouts.