Time again for Friday Fictioneers, my Wednesday addiction. Over 100 people every week get jiggy with their creativity to attempt the 100 word flash photo prompt. Just follow the link to read the others or join in yourself.
Those faded lights of Kubla Khan,
Do mourn the passing light of dawn,
Where age has pulled the greatest coup,
And stolen youth and beauty too.
Shadows dancing cheek to cheek,
When saying no was seen as weak,
Rugged men and scarlet ladies,
Passions burned by flames of Hades.
Scented hint of greasepaint lingers,
Teasing touch like dust on fingers,
Tears and joy and cans of laughter,
Echoes blurred by life lived after.
Memories held of lifetimes past,
The parts we lost, the parts we grasped,
The stage became our warped addiction
And still we crave “Lights, Camera, Action”.