The Theatre, Dark

Encores are the scourge of time
They prolong tales of hate and crime
My soul cannot stand to hear the tales
Of tears of cries and screams of wails
Bravo doth not tell the truth
Behind a play that still in youth
Ever betwixt the stage and seats
This limbo that lives where wonder meets
Is where I exist, but doth not live
For memory of the stage ne'er forgive
I cannot sit amongst thousands of chairs
The place of everyone everywhere
The stadium tall looms high over-head
Waiting to see me choke and drop dead
But the front row is on my level, yet
I can't tell if they're higher or lower, to bet
I am orchestra level, so vital, but low
However, its existence, the audience not know
Taken for granted, stuck in a cage
With not a hope of watching or being onstage
The curtain is down and the theatre dark
No room for me ever to leave my mark
One always better, so here I shall stay
For the actors and audience, once more, steal away