The Stage

Hands push me through the veil and into sight

Is this footlight

just a little too bright?

No? You say just a light?

Then surely my dress is a little too tight?

There is no white knight

to save me from my plight tonight

or to protect me with his holy smite

The many eyes stare, waiting for a fight

or a fiery smite to set me alight

Maybe they will at the stroke of midnight

Can I argue legal right?

Infringement of copyright?

Perhaps ready to indict tonight?

Is my plight too trite

for protection from the might

of the light?