Pearls of gold,

with dew in their trappings

Caught between Matinée and Midnight

The stage is set with lava ravines

Steaming ahead, it dances and sings

The pressure is on, with high expectations,

Audience growing impatient

And in unfettered glory, a star is born

The hero of a story never told

Clock starts moving,

Needle pointing to the sky

We begin our lesson

Words strewn across,

Reflections

Of a timeless era gone by

And with fervour,

I raise my sun-washed hands