Val visits the Theater

A song, a dance, a feeling I cannot describe and it is stronger than iron, stronger than my will, it tears apart chains made of subtle words, bringing me down, for words often trap, words are hexes disguised to help, help and the hand falls off and the scream is eternal, the betrayer and the victim both in sync, not the sync I want, can't imagine anyone who would want that sync, the violence, the magic made from darkness, for it is after dark that people seek out what is real, their demons made flesh, flesh that pierces reality: wake up, the act is over and it is good to dance in the yellow moonlight, to be in awe of the real powers of the night, shadows becoming friends for they whisper truth, while day has always been the lie, the the theater moves, moves the heart, the heart not ever missing a beat of what is true, and there is nothing to be afraid of, the darkness does not bite, it is day that bites.