Yet to be titled...
Let a tale be told:
With children as shepherds and folds
An enchanting bliss with silver and gold
I clasp my hands together for the upcoming roles,
Feeling expectant for the forthcoming play.
The show had just begun
I quiver with anticipation and excitement to what's to come
Undoubtedly, already a fan:
young boys acting as shepherd's swains
Just as they dance and sing
They seem to have hooked everyone with a bait
Their melodies come with a soothing ring
Its as though the earth has waited its whole life do this
With their young age already bringing the world to its knees
Their voices carrying an unspoken spell
Which compels one to savour to the end.
I hadn't moved but I managed to move in and out with their words
The ambience of the show dizzying with enough electricity to form half a sun
At the end of it all the crowd was transfixed
We hadn't drank but we were intoxicated
As we gave them a thunderous standing ovation.