| Aleyn and Lenzius' Excellent Adventure |
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| Saturday, 30 January 2010 15:26 | |||
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Act II Scene I A dark and dingy basement, candles astrewn the walls, a vapour hangs in the air like tendrils of the Medusa, alive and forever floating. Aleyn is sitting, alone with a drink in hand (odds on, its scotch). Enter Lenzius. Aleyn Hark, who enters my humble abode? Lenzius It is I, Aleyn, your friend and confidante, Lenzius. Speaketh with you I must. For my mind is clouded and my soul troubled. Aleyn Yes my comrade, your face is flux with feeling Please, poureth yourself a glass full of healthy scatch Siteth down and rest yourself awhile. Now then, what so vexes thee? Lay out your plight so that by the grace of the heavens An elucidation may findeth us Lenzius Alas, I cannot! My mouth moves not; words flee from my wits. Allow me a moment. Even now my loins fill with hope from this liquid of miracles Despair is taking flight. The blood within my veins is now flowing Like that of a current swift and true. But yet, my mouth quivers not. Aleyn Ahh, yay. A vapour will liberate that which cannot emerge. For we know not what the hookah knows. Its knowledge is vast Like the very heavens above And its wisdom deep as the deepest gorge Once the hookah takes light, Its power you will feel Allow it to take flight within you. Lenzius Will it reveal that which is not in me? Aleyn No dear comrade It encompasses all that dwells in your person And releases it. Free of hatred and full of vitality. Lenzius Ahh yay, I feel its sway. It surrounds me and permeates my flesh This vapour feels not the harmful But the essence of the universe All contained within this gentle fog. Aleyn Heaven and hell combined, Hell the summit, and heaven drowned in water The vapour emerging forms the land Meandering and evolving like the Earth herself displayed in full glory By the radiance of the hookah. Now what matter troubles your psyche? Is it the wrath of a woman? Lenzius Alas, no! But scare me not with such questions! The crown of the land has been offered it seems. He takes it not. For his strength is lack. Aleyn You speak of Harper? Lenzius Yay. He is mad. Control of the whole is within his grasp The people will soon decide To the folly of us all. Aleyn Yes, but what of the other? Does Ignatiuff not pose the challenger? Lenzius Alas, I think not! Weak. Divided, they are Fighting amongst themselves like rats over meat. And whence the meat is gone, they shall turn on each other Friend or foe; there is no distinction Hungry or not, they devour themselves For years numbering ten, doom shall be their dessert Doom for them, and doom for us I fear. Aleyn Hope escapes you. A long time ten years is. You say the side of red are like rats. Propose I do, that all are like rats Red and blue. Hubris, for Harper, will be his downfall. See this you must?! Lenzius Nay, I do not! See a road bathed in red Running deep with the blood of the downtrodden While low men who believe they are high Ride about in vessels letting the populace drown Save the people they can, but they care not for the lives of others Only for the cleaniness of their own robes. This is our course my friend. The paths to hell. Aleyn Your words make me sad Lenzius I cannot hold true to your sights Hope there must be in Ignatiuff. I foresee the tides turning to him Citizens no longer fooled by Harper's parlour tricks They will soon see through his vapour and mirrors But after that it is unclear. Thick haze the future is. I am only slightly less scared then of the other path. Perhaps blood greets us down both But I do believe he must win the favour of the people once Before the end is nigh.
Lenzius For the Ides of January are a perilous time. Both our eyes see the same end but different trails That take us to the hideous ending Aleyn Yes my comrade. The case seems thus You for the blue; I for the red. But both bring us to death. Only in ourselves can we hold true To the principles in the vapour. Obvious to those that can see But hidden to those with mind closed The vapour says that for our own salvation Interesting we must make things Declare a victor we shall And thusly expose a loser To the conqueror, between you and I A fine bottle of scatch. The best money can buy
Lenzius A wager, is it? Aleyn Yay, a wager to temper the fields of blood While we drown in conclusion We shall dine on scatch first. Allow our ends to be by our own means What say you? Lenzius This gives me hope, While the closing stage will be dyer At least it can be sweet and malty as well. Highland Park 18 year, a very fine scotch be it I have yet to sip its strength But know its energy would sustain a lesser man Knowing that the vapour makes us mighty Allowing us to climb the mountains of the gods Aleyn Yes, well chosen good sir Decree it thusly that the bottle will reside For one years hence in my abode. Where I shall protect it with all my being. Whence the Ides of January arrive upon us once more, The bottle shall be taken from here and placed by your hearth Where you will be its guardian Until the end of years numbering ten from now. Or perhaps sooner, if luck may find me first. Lenzius Agree with these terms I do May it be written for the ages Aleyn May it be so. And may the vapour of the hookah Follow us to our earthly demise Only to find us again in heaven.
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