Now That’s Show Biz

Now Thats 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.