Rebirth - MacHiavel

He had stayed in the bottom of a wardrobe

For two years, he had not made anybody laugh

Waiting in his black room hoping that the door would open

He had not aged one day

His face had kept all it’s features

And his eyes were shinning with the oncoming of the show

Finally the day so much hoped for had come

He could see his rebirth

First his head tactfully rose like a child still asleep

Then his chest and slowly his arms and his legs

I could see he was in good running order

Softly he made a smile of satisfaction at the puppeter

Everybody wanted to see the show which looked like a feast

And when the lights went out he appeared inq moonbeam

He was dress in white with a red rose on his heart!

He did pirouettes

He mimed a rope dancer

Walking in the air

A loving violinist playing the music of the fair

A little girl with a white balloon winked at him

The puppet stopped, and slowly he pulled the threads which

He did the same with his arms and his head

Now he could do his show all alone

The children were charing harder and harder

The crowd was delirious.

He could see he was in good

Running order

Softly he made a smile of satisfaction at the puppeteer

Before leaving the stage

He pulled the red rose attached to his heart

And he threw to the little girl’s feet

She let go off her white balloon and took the rose…