BAZ
People don’t believe in faeries anymore
There are exceptions, but they are few
It’s just been–
Line?
Right, it’s just been hard
Since you’ve left
Daddy’s gone

                                                                                              End of play. Actors take their bows. They exit to
                                                                                              their dressing rooms, ad libbing getting out of
                                                                                              costume and makeup in the dark.

                                                                             BAZ
The lights on the mirrors have long since burst
Since August 27th, 1967

                                                                                             BAZ squints, looking at the mirror through the
                                                                                             hazy black.

                                                                             BAZ
In the reflection, I can almost pretend it’s you, not me
What an honor, what a horror
What a privilege to live fifty years on from your passing
And still believe I know you

                                                                                             BAZ walks back out to the empty stage, alone.

                                                                             BAZ
I still believe in the Faeries
In getting a compound
A safe haven for the queers
Perhaps it’s idealistic to hope in this life 
You wouldn’t need to martyr yourself to get your flowers
But hey, you were a visionary, too

                                                                                             The ghost light burns, illuminating BAZ’s face.

                                                                              BAZ
I’ve been cast in this role
To carry on your legacy
To miss you, to cry for you whenever I’m given the chance
To hold onto the belief that the world was your stage
That you created magic out of sheer will
The Emperor, commanding

                                                                                              The ghost light flickers.

                                                                               BAZ
With this gift, I am still driven by your will
Till death do me part

                                                                                              Blackout.

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