It's a cold winter's night,
With icy winds that would give anyone frost bite
Yet here i stand cold, bare and alone
While others rest in their heated homes
I spend this time watching and waiting
Waiting for the Madam Luna to appear
And shine her light down on my private show
That no one else has ever known

-Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap-

It is time
With sounds of clashes in the mist of drums
Following in my footsteps
The winds blow harshly in my face
Carrying the ice droplets along,
Waiting impatiently for me to begin

I take a glance to Madam Luna
For she was hidden heavily by the smoky clouds
Yet i could easily see that she was still full out tonight
With her golden lights of madness
Shinnying fiercely past the curtain of rain clouds
And making a spotlight onto me and only me


I can't help but smile at this
As i lazily raise up my arms
High up towards madness
And close my eyes
Once again
My show has begun

-CLAP, CLASH, CLAP, CLASH, CLAP, CLAP, CLASH-

With haste i bring my arms down like a beat
A beat that thunder joined me with
Followed by lightning as i sharply
Stabbed the moist air
With a jump kick,
Landing into my
Soft, muddy stage

  As i moved with similar jumps and kicks
That later was meeting with slicing arm movements

I start to fall into the state of insanity and chaos
With the storm following my lead

The faster i moved
The faster the rain hit the ground
The harder i threw a kick
The harder the eager winds blew
Through the tilting trees

I was lost
No longer was there me or I
There was only it
I didn't just move with the storms
I became them
And it was absolute bliss

This feeling is indescribable
For how can you describe something?
That is better, and more addicting
Then the sinful pleasures of
Sex, drugs or violence
No it wasn't just bliss,
It was forbidden pleasure

-Clap, clap, tap, clap, clap, tap, clap, clap, tap-

Yet it all has to end sooner or later
When rain begins to soften to drizzles
And harsh winds turn into breezes
I knew it was time again to stop

So with one last strike to the ground
I end my show
And stand their once again all alone
Soaked to the bone
Covered in soil and grass
It's so cold that if you looked past the dirt
You would see a royal purple in my skin

Yet my cold, tainted-blue lips form a smile
As i slowly return to reality
I can't help but let loose a cackle
That would be worthy of a mad man
As i bow to my only audience
Thanking her for watching me tonight

I slowly retreat back inside
With my head still up
In the moving angry clouds
Hoping for them to return to me soon
I can't help but think how nice it would be
If people could see this hidden side of me
For what they see in their view is a
Quiet, weird, child
With the taste for the unusual

But only when the normal people are gone
Will the rain come back to
Wash away the stoic mask
As well as run down the strong yet fragile walls
That takes me years to build
Crumble and fall
Can my true nature be shone
To everything but no one at all
In only the rain