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An Ode to Theda Bara


A fool there was in the silence and the flickering
The image and the images too bright to really see
And there she was black on white in the scenery
Just barely older than twenty-three
She was dying on the screen
Like flying in a dream
And all her love with the hate mail and the envy
Posing for the chosen enemy in the company of thieves
And here she was with the vampires and the striptease
But never once to hear them talking to the seas
She is so caught up
Like the wind it rakes her heart away
And tomorrow can't be far away
She gives and she receives
She lives and then she bleeds
Dying with the mad Arab
See Egypt in your eyes
To see the souls death till the end
Then take it again, end scene...


© 2022 Blake Ford Hall

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