he wears a costume
and plays his part well
changes quickly between scenes
and transitions effortlessly
sometimes he slips up his lines though
causing some confusion in the show
a brow might furrow when
realization dawns
that a performance is being witnessed
a mere performance
at some point
you were drawn in
from a bystander or the audience
to participate in the plot
this is not the man
only an actor
but by then it is too late
a black rose of hurt blooms
and then he crushes the petals with a grin
you will shudder after the initial quake
every time a thought of him calls for notice
until eventually after a decade they fade
