The dark stage teems with tales untold.
Oozing between floorboards.
Whispering in the cold.
All eyes gleam as curtains glide.
The open door beckons.
The mind leaps inside.
Ears perk up,
As eyes peer in.
The hero strides with purpose.
Lukewarm is quiet sin.
Behold the complex lies
Weaved somewhere in youth.
The hero must suffer greatly
To learn the simple truth.
Hang on every word.
Revelation lurks inside.
In response to raising stakes,
In the audience he'll confide.
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