FIRST SCENE : ON EDGE
The scimitar and the scabbard,
both lifted from another place.
Along the compartmentalized edge,
the devotion is apparent to all -
the drama unceasingly builds as the
actors attempt to cavort. Emotions and
intentions both clamor for attention.
'We walk like soldiers straight into the storm!
Hie and fie to all those others, for they're
all as good already as dead! For God and
King - and aren't both the same thing?!'
-
Bolt-action rifles make their great noises.
Cannons are wheeled to the scene.
Somewhere overhead, the black vultures
float; waiting for a feast. All along the
forest's edge, it would seem nothing
is present but Death. Death, that great
deceiver - never written into the scene,
but making a grand entrance nonetheless.
both lifted from another place.
Along the compartmentalized edge,
the devotion is apparent to all -
the drama unceasingly builds as the
actors attempt to cavort. Emotions and
intentions both clamor for attention.
'We walk like soldiers straight into the storm!
Hie and fie to all those others, for they're
all as good already as dead! For God and
King - and aren't both the same thing?!'
-
Bolt-action rifles make their great noises.
Cannons are wheeled to the scene.
Somewhere overhead, the black vultures
float; waiting for a feast. All along the
forest's edge, it would seem nothing
is present but Death. Death, that great
deceiver - never written into the scene,
but making a grand entrance nonetheless.
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