Before we left single file
one by one from auditorium,
there, from the balcony
he threw me.

I knew him-
his truth,
his identity.
I could not be fooled
by his trickery.

He played with a passion,
the tune of genius spirit.
This I had set off with
one touch of the key.

But, record it we must,
and thus began thus.
Right to left flew I.
My beau, my bride.

It’s time to wake up,
for dreams to subside.
I've tired of fear;
she's sneaky and wild.