The gods love drama so it would appear

As life plays out upon its mortal stage,

While deities take turns as sole compere

And at a whim, rewrite a scripted page;

A fated farce where minions mark of time,

Of love and hate, and fortunes won or lost,

A tale of storied battles, grit and grime—

Straw dogs upon a barren dais, rude-tossed.

Thus so we clamor at our first debut,

Thespian throw ins cast in unknown scenes

Enamored still by fleeting limelight’s hue,

Mired in plots of mad celestial dreams.

In earnest passion though we play our part;

The denouement is written in the start.