Writer's Cramp 6/8

Act One, Scene Seven

Upon the stage, where lights so bright illuminate,
An actor curse'd, his destiny self-made,
Sought applause, glory, fame, revealed his soul,
Denounced this Scottish play, but played his role,
Spoke his lines, hit his mark, drank the poison,
From golden chalice, prop transformed into-
Messenger of Moirae's wrath released,
At curtain's fall, pauses, help entreats.

His face revealed, flushed, and laboured breath,
Now certain of an untimely de-ath,
Panic, a call, no doctor could they find,
A gasp, a sigh, relief found, no danger-
here, lessons learned, 'bout power of the mind.

Prompt ▼

Write a story or poem about an actor who violates this superstition and what does (or doesn't!) result. If you chose to write a poem, compose it in iambic pentameter.