For Theatrical Muse Specious

Words are my magic,
which humans forget,
Songs of delight
and desire and regret.
They shall have music
(and they shall have proof,
From the depths of their hearts
That the songs are the truth.)
Truth as they know it
And truth as they sing it,
Words are my magic,
In Gigs I must wing it.

My magic’s beguiling
when first the Gigs starts.
Bringing the songs from
their newly touched hearts,

Nothing that’s specious
should last in the songs,
Nothing untrue
In the rights and the wrongs,
Nothing that’s hollow
and nothing that’s false
Whether they sing to a ballad or waltz.
Nothing that’s spurious
Nothing unsound
As the music swings on
And the deeper truth’s found.

My magic can sting
As the deeper truths rise,
Trapped in their hearts
In a network of lies.

There’s little deceptive
and no room for tact,
With the truth burning out
As we reach the last act.
When emotions are valid
I know what you feel.
And with every hot number,
I’ll make that so real!

“Sweet” the singing demon.
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 165.

OOC ( fun with a thesaurus )