Working on Desire Round VII. Finale time, betches. Final showdown and all that good stuff. I may just have taken temporary leave of my sanity, though, since I'm trying to write the prologue in
verse.Here's an excerpt from what I got so far.
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It’s a most wonderful spectacle,
It’s a chamber of puppets laid low.
A most grim cabaret,
In a seven-act play,
So come one and come all to the show!
The fright is all genuinely authentic
It’s not in the least bit contrived.
Make sure you don’t scream
At the mis-en-scene!
But oh look – the cast has arrived!
There’s a bride who never was married;
Her love took another to bed.
So she took up an axe,
Dealt them several good whacks,
And now walks with the grave in her head.
There’s a woman who made a bad bargain
With a man who grinned very wide.
Now in the ways she walks
And the epitaphs she talks,
His strings are always by her side.
There’s a man who came seeking redemption.
Or revenge? Well, they’re all much the same.
And he yearns for a trace,
Of his dead girlfriend’s face,
But we don’t cry for loss in this game.
Intrigued? Oh wait, there’s more to come.
We did promise you a good show.
The curtains are waiting;
The stage fascinating,
So onwards and onwards we go.
There’s a magician all sleeved with tricks.
A right blighter, and crafty at that –
But a warden interrupted,
His show quite corrupted,
And the curtains came down on his act.
There’s a traveller who couldn’t go home,
And from his true love was forced to part.
He came hope a-seeking,
Through time and space peeking
And lost his way in an angel’s heart.
There’s a soldier whose soul was honest,
And his intentions were noble and true.
Though he stained his hands
In the desert sands
And had his loyalties quite torn in two.
Oh that’s not all, there’s so many more.
There’s a man with a demon inside.
There’s a prince, a healer,
A dwarf, a death-dealer,
And a jester who never lied.
There’s a warrior cast out of his homeland,
A little boy with voices in his head.
A vampire, a seer,
A cop who learned fear,
Oh so many, and they’re not even
dead.There’s a girl and a man – just two among many,
But the story’s now coming to an end.
Oh come one, come all,
It’ll be such a ball!
Won’t you watch our gay puppets bend?
For the violins shriek their hoarse delight
And the lamplight flares high on the stage.
Come one and come all,
Come, watch them fall,
Let’s see what a battle they wage!
There’s murder and mayhem aplenty,
There’s thrills and chills galore.
It’s not just a play,
It’s a grand
finale,And our director is angel no more.
Everyone’s invited.
Won’t you come to watch the show?
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