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The Tragedy of Falls: The Luciferian Revolution,Act One
Thy flame of which burns a fire so bright
Of which my soul compares of thee, my love
What cannot be, dreams in such wond’rous light
Is it a sight, these words that come to shove
A beauty so grand, a vision most dark
Silence drawing to a deafening close
Death so sweet, a song from the blackened lark
A sickening breath, wormwood of the rose
Lovers so match’d, a failure to see thee
Thou hast not drunk the blood of the dark loon
Dost thou worship the girl, of whom I see?
So precious is she, her skin like the moon
I touch her and I know, my soul shall heal
She is my beauty, my life she shall feel
SCENE ONE: HOUSE OF THE BLACKWOODS, A DILAPIDATED SHACK
Enter FALLS and AAMU, of the BLACKWOODS. An ancient Pakana family. They are with baskets of clothes.
Mother mother, I am here dearest!
Of whom do I call so sweet a name!
A beauty so fair, a maiden so pure,
Daughter of mine! My youthful princess
A lover so present, my perfection so clean!
I shall be of your consent, If I may be so
I stand upon thee ground, my toes! Yes, they feel thy soil beneath me! I can sense a presence of Ukko, the dearest god of the sky. For he hast shown such distaste for the plague! I can feel him with my feet as the earth trembles below!
Why dost thee bear it for long? If one were wise enough, then they shan’t be of such pride to shout and boast!
But for the law of the land, it merely says such a waste is of pure ignorance. I shall be proud of my heritage and of my love for thee.
But! I heard from the crow, you are in love once again! Look not from your lust but to the stars above. Look forward to the rising of the Crow of War!
Why should I be of such love for such that doesn’t come forth? For belief is caused by faith and faith derives from sight! For my sight of Teloni hast not been but a breath of failure. But yet I guard the upholding skies.
My darling, does thee not show care for the One? If he had to be here, the light of the heavens shall pour like your doubt upon the brow of the disbelievers!
Mother, do you not see?
I am your daughter, do you not believe?
For If I ceased to be, you shall be of my love
I kiss thee, and the sky is not here!
For if you were the plague! You shall not be
If I were the plague, dost thou would hate thee
But for you to be one to cast down the stone
Stand here by me and stand perfect as one!
Deepen your reasoning, elegant Falls! For even the dimmest of folk could rationalize your thoughts. Leave me and plead for those whom I seek be not of my soul, but deep in your heart. I have been told by the crow of a man of virtue and pride! A just companion for your flight of life. Tell me now, tell me dearly! Tell me of whom makes you dreary!
I shall not! For he is my idol, my soul shall rest in thee. For even he be of a statue so pressed in majesty! I love the idol...for my soul is in the philosophy of love! For even I know of what they think and dream of at night! Why, it is I! Falls The Elder Child of Pakana! For if I weren’t of Pakana, I shall be of them!
O! But, lo is thee who comes by his name. I dread the day they meet again, for she shall breathe the lust into the air, and it shall form the earth into a world of darkness.
END OF SCENE ONE
SCENE TWO: INSIDE THE BLACKWOODS RESIDENCE
FALLS(to the audience)
Why should she know? Why should she care? For only if I, Falls, was there in the room of slumber with her! O! Sweet ambrosia I taste upon her lips, my dear but distant! Tarja Tyrinea! O! How I crave her body, her lustrous body, a body so fair it glows in the moonlight. For I kiss it and yearn...O My God, my perfumed and aromatic Tarja Tyrinea!
And with that FALLS, as she is lying on her bed with a session of autoerotic periods taking place, notices a fog that seeps into her room through her large open window.
What is this that haunts thee in the period of my eroticism? For even thou art be of my anthological works that I alone have written in black ink. Come close, and tell me of whom do you disturb my fantasies?
I whisper to thee
Can I be of what I see?
You speak in riddles of oddities and perplexity. Come closer, so I can hear thee.
My ways are so sweet, as a blackened rose would taste upon your breasts. Please cometh out-of-doors and see my true form of being.
Only for thee, would a declaration be of my command.
And FALLS, possessed with lust, walks outside.
My sweet apparition, I wish to see thee in my heart’s embrace. I shall be still, ‘till we are together once more!
I shall take you upon my wings! For only you shall remain such a beauty in thee, I will be of thy tenderness until you follow.
Yes, I shall. For my body yearns for the being of light! So much like the sun, her figure! A radiating gleam of attraction. Cometh closer, for I cannot bear it.
To be of my introspection...I come to you, my bride! Lend thee thou art hand of grace, for I shall leave thee unspoiled and of utmost satisfaction!
Enter Aamu, who frantically comes forth to grab Falls from the Fog, of which is rising Falls into the sky.
Dearest! You shall not leave thee, for then you are of utmost dishonor for the family of Blackwood. Leave your lust and join us, for the law of the Pakana would not approve!
The Pakana! Let alone the Pakana! For I am the elder of them! I am the lost of their children! Leave me be, mother! For I am to be of my bisexuality with my solitude. It is Father who hasn’t of cometh back since the uprising...and you there stand up and tell of my own sexuality? You pray and tell me of individuality but you cast the stone of mere plague. No good-of-byes to you mother. Only the long lost parting of sweet lust!
END OF SCENE TWO & OF ACT ONE