Where once there stood five characters,
now just stands the man.

I’ve danced with demons as Indigo Angel,
heaven’s halo heavy on my brow.

I’ve slammed soliloquies and toped treatises,
but El Poetico’s mask rests meekly.

I’ve travelled through time in top hat and tweed,
yet Sir Benjamin’s cane now travels the seas.

I’ve danced on floats and walked in parades,
yet Bidaman is more than this cape.

As the Cowboy makes his final stand,
the sunset smiles as the true man rides.

Where once there stood five characters,
now just stands the man.