The Last Piste

That was just a play.

How can it end into dust ?

He must lead the way.

Why was it his final thrust ?

I could have trusted lust,

The brittle style of telling things ;

I might have guessed the gust

A simple meal gave busted wings.

Do you remember his start,

As an alias that will go far ?

No more trip at woods for brat -

Do you recall the rising star ?

Now we're strayed fore the church - don't say much!

TV shows, Movies, Theaters ... are over.

Nothing's left undercover.

The timid wolf - on the skiing hill fell down

With no time to feel ill under his gown

Gaspard Ulliel is gone.

Story n°68 was submitted on 28 January, 2022, in memory of the actor Gaspard Ulliel. All links refer to his plays.