The Show Master - Poems by Rose Blanc

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The Show Master

Radiant streak across the sky, fools and clowns carry the king.

A fatal beauty, foul, cruel soul, and eyes that capture your own.

He, untouchable, truly. Unbeatable, surely. The Show Master.


Affluence is all he knows, dissidence is all he sows, caution.

Above all hold fast, to fight back, and to fall last, so don't forget.

Fatal spy, a leader of all, revolution sought, the country will fall.


The moon shivers, the red trickster's shadow will take the stage.

Rouge and rogue, the deadliest man of the draw with pure cunning.

Gun for him, you'll fail. A war will break and cull the frail. So don't.


Governance, diplomacy, dominion by the victor's will, he stands.

They fall, and with them will. The insidious moon has taken it's side.

Fatal choice set in stone. The world revolving, he's taken the throne.


The Show Master.

                                                         - Rose Blanc

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