Broadway...

Red curtains of Silk,
A stage of Ebony,
Souls which are starlit,
Is life just a story?

The cacophony of silent dreams,
An emotive well versed dialog,
The melody of the knights and queens,
For silver swords she sobs.

The Magenta Syrup,
The wrath of gold coins,
They won the battle of arcane luck,
Darling, did I have poise?

I want to cry like pixie for nymph,
I want to be basked in golden light,
I belong to the world of magic,
Beyond the stars I want to jive.

The Silhouette,
Drops of my heart,
I want to give my sweat,
I covet the loud applause.

The ceiling shaped like a dome,
For beams of sound to scatter,
I will extract my soul,
After all I have a million to flatter.

Picture from the net- ( hoopgirl.com )