Kwartet

0155 In the realm of grandeur, a leader stands tall, Guiding his company, amidst curtain's fall. A high-class event looms, a stage set to reveal, Truths concealed within, a burden he must deal. His heart beats with unease, stress lines on his brow, For honesty's embrace, he'll take the sacred vow. With courage as his armor, he steps forth to convey, The untold tales, exposing masks, come what may. Stealing the glances of amused cavaliers, Quietly counting all the secs, mins and years. With grace and conviction, he'll shed the veils, Unmasking the truths, with words that never fail.

0156 The patrons clapped and laughed, unaware of the disguise, As he wove his comic web, with fearless, piercing eyes. Promising the greatest fun, a joyous world unfurled, Yet in his heart, a fighter stood, a truth teller unswirled. With every punchline thrown, he aimed for justice's light, Unafraid of consequence, he'd battle day and night. For his stage was not a refuge, from fears he couldn't face, But a platform for his voice, for truth he'd bravely chase. So, raise a glass, dear friends, to this comic bold and true, A jester who fights for what's right, no matter what ensues. For in the realm of laughter, where masks conceal the strife, He shines as a beacon, a herald of truth in this life.

0157 In a humble town, where music sought its home, There lived a pianist with a talent all his own. He walked into a pub, his spirit full of glee, Convincing all he met, the best he'd ever be. Tried to spun his tales of mirth, with jokes and witty lines, But beneath the jesting mask, an anger would soon entwine. For he was not just jesting, with humor as his sword, He yearned for justice's call, his voice to be heard. In ivory realms of his skilled fingers dance, A pianist's truth, his scary melody entrance. Theme weaves secrets like crazy, whispers unfold, His broken heart revealed, each painful note

0158 In shadows cast by light's soft, gentle gleam, A man emerges, bearing news unseen, His face adorned with smiles, like whispers kind, A ghostly silhouette, peace in his mind. But words he brings, like daggers sharply aimed, They pierce the heart, a truth too long untamed, For in their pain lies depths obscured by fear, Unveiling secrets that the world holds dear. Though wounds may ache, their echoes start to mend, His truth, though harsh, brings change that we must tend, For in the rawness of his words, we find The seeds of growth, awakening mankind.