The beyond broad moor.
The stale happiness that laid on the set before,
The good old days, the strange bizarre man,
Vulnerable hearts, lead to the promised land,
Backstage passes, Beyond curtain, those chords,
Denied rumors dripping with fame and golds,
The decades fly by in a with a clunk click,
Round the clock whizzes, like his mind, tock, tick,
Smiles, they no longer believe,
Whishes and moments they wished they'd never achieved,
Letters, notes, friends of the highest of status,
Turn in their graves convincing their shameless,
What about the others that within this grip are still captive?
Writhing, remembering, his other side, so manipulative,
This act of stardom, creates his perfect fortress wall,
What lurks beyond this shield, his ability to stand so tall,
Transforming into a hideous predator,
Who breathes fire and oozes the puss of a traitor,
Yet on the surface a jokey clown,
What 'would never so much as give a sinister frown'
But it was such a long time ago, this is now, that was then,
Remember, children don't approach monsters, they approach nice men,
Though with the late death, came the closure, well overdue,
Tear down this devil, burn his gravestone to a stew,
Usher your teenager from him, his ghost still may return,
We gaze upon the ruins of a cruelty mastermind, thinking; perhaps this time, we will learn.
Jem Solley
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