She hides herself behind her shadow
Under filthy and smoky canopy
Cold as the night, dark as ebony
Praised by many, known by few.
* * *
Laughter and cheers and yells and whistles---
Wreath of laurel from public accolades;
Touch and hold and hugs and kisses---
Ardent game played by heedless heads.
* * *
She’s her own fame, low price for a shame
Apple of the eye that lasts overnight
Most wanted with a borrowed name
A Magdalene to blinds’ sight.
* * *
Thicker, darker--- clouds gather above
Hiding the heavenly light, comforting---
Fading glow she has learned to love
Tomorrow, she’s forgotten.
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