Nightcore

Posture so extravagantly
Placed, and lighting set just
So, platformed and corseted and
Ready to blow, to heave and sing
With all the manic rage to hiss,
Conveniently forgetting there's a
Sky outside the studio, a set of
Arms long waiting little star to
Hold, but light's addiction ravishes,
Leaves shell to gape, as
Character escapes.