Turns out, she was
My madness. Oh well.
Back at the start, when it ended at
Midnight.

Opened the door, with a glass of
Rose champagne, rested against
The frame and stretched out
My hand.

Yearned for heavier rain, the dry
Era scorched my life, and it ended
On the first rainfall
Accompanied by my own downpour.

Atop a podium, ****, bearing
Everything
And an empty crowd, somehow
They know nothing of me.