by Nick Gisburne
Unsettled by the ruins of the stage
She calls upon what memories she can
From stories out of time, another age
Reflections of that influential man
Because they said his appetites were crimes
The world believed whatever it was told
But here were shared his most triumphant times
Before the black was painted on the gold
She tests her faith with moments from the past
But cannot form the features of his face
And stepping from the theatre at last
She leaves this broken symbol of disgrace
She never knew what madness lit the flame
But mourns to see the ashes of his fame
