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warm,dark and wide,
a strange mystical world
where the shadows live...
all dressed in black,
silent as ancient tombs,
the new age wraiths,
walking among poets,
unicorns and singers,
acrobats,clowns and stars,
hardly seen by human eyes,
they rule this sub-world,
lights,shapes and shades,
painting the colours of sound,
from the deepest caves
to the top upholstery,
so they are,
the nightcrawlers...
silently tiptoeing,
sneaky catwalkers,
we are behind everything,
your cheerful fantasies,
your very silent tears,
your genuine laughter
and tender inner feelings
you won't voice out loud...
suddenly
the whole stage blows up,
in a blaze of light and sound,
as magic unfolds before your eyes!
your senses reel high,
your eyes glittering
as you forget the world,
so often grim and cruel...
but time never sleeps,
and as fast it began,
everything is fading away,
the curtains fall,
the lights dim out,
mavious sounds fade out,
silence grows again,
as the specters vanish
into the darks of backstage,
where the shadows live,
in silence...

Ahrod B.