Theatrical Muse, 194, Passing.

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Passing, 294.

Just smoking through the town,
Seeking what to do.
Starting up a Gig,
And some songs are due.

Smoking through the town.
Passing through their dreams,
Humans usually lie,
Nothing’s what it seems.

I need information,
So they’re likely to sing true.
It’s just a way station
And I’m only passing through.

I’ll be leaving soon,
Smoking out quite fast,
Leaving them behind,
In the fading past.


I was barely humming the tune, sifting through the streets looking for the targets. There’d be people with secrets and people with destinies; somebody must have made the summons. Another day, another Gig. Everything changing and everything the same. I didn’t realise where I was until I saw the name of the place on a fading signboard, and remembered.

The last news I had of someone was that they’d passed through this town. It wasn’t part of the Gig but I knew I was going to look for them, even though I didn’t know if they were alive. The place had the same time as the right town, but I didn’t even know if it was in the right dimension.

I know what I want. Getting it could be a challenge.

Muse, “Sweet” the singing demon
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 190