He would always fleet from that stage-

a _terrible_ performer, he was.

Always _too scared_ to show his true colors.

Always _so_ _afraid_ he’d fail before his crowd.

Yet he, Elias, was oh so understanding!

He’d helped his fellow performers with their fear,

their anxiety,

their stage fright.

But could he ever help _himself_?

Would he find a soul like he?

Or would he always fleet the stage,

during every performance?

-Just a quick late night poem at 1am 😊-

•QUICK QUESTION: Should I make more writings with Elias and build his story and character?•