Ghosts That Scare Children, Vampires Warning In Vain

1. Why are we scared to step outside?



It is the same world

In the dark

As it is in the light



Maybe we see too much

Of ourselves in the dark



A mirror reflection

Of what we chose to forgot

And the incrombrehensible

Prospect

That we mature into

An unsespecting player of our own plot



If the world was a stage

There would be a back door

To escape from the audiences confusion



In our world

The theatre-in-round

Allows entrance and exit

For all the players

From all the corners

Up through floor hatch

Down through gaffer's ditch



The audience cannot escape



Outside the playhouse

The protagonist sits in a stone archway

Demanding the judgement

Of his comedy or tragedy



And wether laughing or crying

The audience must admit

That what waits outside

The confines of the playhouse



Brought the final scene

Truly home, out of mind

Into pocket- To be remembered

Forever.



2. Before the play, gathering

In scattered crowds

Of friends and family unfamiliar



The audience is most impressed

With the vivacity of it's own

Amusement and tenacity



Than it is

By what waits for them

In the first scene of an imaginary

World written centuries before their birth



As the patron opens the vaccuum

Drawing the audience inward

There is excitement and quickening



- What is this rush into

A room that does not move

And a curtain controlled by hand?



Outside the light grows quieter

The surrounding architecture

Reveals the emptiness of the sky



In it's in ability to invade

The mind forecast into umbrella'd

Passions



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A tight reign

Grips the courtyard

After the play has begun



The audience has paid to see

Forgotten love, tragic misfire

An ending of amusement

That offsets a climax of travesty

And impassion



But until the play ends

And until the crowd disperses

All must remain safe and tidy

In the Outside World



People somehow fear their Shakespeares

And Rembrandts

If they climb out of the museum

Follow them home

And find a dry brush too close to their homes

To curl up into and sleep off the day's dirt.