Hear ye, young minds, my theater's vibrant tale,

Where iambic pentameter doth prevail.

In rhythmic beats, like heart's sweet pulsing sound,

My words, like music, on your ears resound.

With quill in hand, I spin poetic verse,

Each syllable in harmony rehearsed.

A stage, a canvas for life's grand display,

Where passion, love, and tragedy hold sway.

In every line, emotions run deep and wide,

The human spirit bared, its truth implied.

So come, embrace the wonders of my art,

And let my plays ignite your souls, impart.