The Fiddler's BeastIt is a horribly lonely place to be, the stage. No one ever speaks of it, of course, for it is a tragically dark secret of performance that the average person neither expects nor comprehends. Most every person I’ve met over the course of my career has eagerly “confided” in me a mortal fear of performing in the presence of a host of their peers. As of yet, I have never once had the heart to tell a one of these of the true horror. That when the lights come on there aren’t two-hundred (or more if you are particularly gifted) yawning, self-righteous critics patting their bellies and scribbling discouragThe Fiddler's Beast
True ArtistryHis hands move over soft flesh, and it gives gentle way to his touch. He gaps every so often, raising a hand to his cheek and creasing his brow before returning to the object of his passion. I stand amazed as I watch him work his fingers into grooves and place careful, cautious palms upon the gentle thing at rest beneath him. He makes a humming sound and hastily wipes sweat from his face with the back of his hand. He seems to be hurrying now... impatience coupled with the tender care in his eyes. At long last, his work is complete, and he rises off his haunches. StriTrue Artistry
sleep ye naughtSleep ye naught, gentle whisper for in so lax a state are you made all the weaker and your vision blurred to ashessleep ye naught
No, never should you find yourself in dire troubles such as these for I have slept past too many a day and by that I am made deaf to even your gentle call
Prithee, heed my words, for I would not see you lost, blind and devoid of all that is life, so far alone upon the will of idle feet as I have wandered here
The sky grows dark,
even through my apathy, and by the absence of the sun am I made aware that once,
Fairest Dream-My Belovedspeak ye not, oh dearest sun though if thou must, speak softly for to me thou art fairest of dreams and with but a word I may wakeFairest Dream-My Beloved
O that Heaven might forbid such occurance lest the armor of thy Night tarnish and shimmer with thy light no more
without thee, I am lost for by thy light was I brought to this tree this oak from which I hang so merrily
and though I have found my way here, without thee to issue forth the will, the most sacred guidance, of that blessedly hollow cave I should find myself in wander amongst the wilds once more
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