Act One
By Mouse Poet
In walked the performer. He was tall and sleek with a style all his own He moved with grace and grandeur. When he spoke, words flowed from his mouth like a swollen river to the thirsty, so that women exposed even their most sensitive hearts to his every utterance. He made them yearn for every syllable that was proclaimed from his lips and his prose and poetry filled the air like the soft, sweet smell of roses. Then, with a smile, he changed his tune. He now filled the air with false hopes and dreams. Lies burst forth where once sweet tasting poetry flowed, promises were shattered and hearts were broken. Nothing was left, except fragile egg shells of emotion. The performer then looked around at all the spectators, who were still staring in shock and with a final smile, he took a bow and walked away.Please say tuned for Act Two. Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 03:24 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"In walked the performer...."