in service of the drama lord

Bald

He was bald

Yes he said

I am balder and taller and better too

But I will draw a picture for you

Delicate lines with thin fingers

For a more perfect form

With formula one 

I shivered in the cold light

I am fortunate you too no offense

For nobles often carry a sword

No offense taken

The golden bridge underground is

Waiting

And time is ticking

God speed.