Curtain Calls

The camera used to love these eyes

Before the talkies came to steal the prize

And now you sit and hold the key

To write the glorious return of me

You think you'll leave this dusty room?

But you

are cast to share my bloom (hahahaha)

We'll make our grand return in gold!

The greatest tale that's ever told!

No one escapes the silver screen

When I am crowned your tragic queen!

Your typewriter

will sing my name (write it down) Each keystroke fuels the roaring

flame

You're bound to me,

my tragic guest Until we end

this silver quest

No backlot gates can hold us back The spotlight waits along the

track Just draft the words,

I'll play the part I'll pierce the nation's fading heart!

We're ready for our close-up now (shhh)