robertrobie (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} robertrobie) wrote,@ 2004-11-02 09:10:00 |
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Lost in a Dream Act II
The young prince is awakened to the early morning and a forest exploding with life. The sun was beaming over head so he assumed it was time to continue his forced trip. He moves mightily across his little path through the forest and begins to talk to his environment.
"Here I am, body and soul. I thank the dream that brought me back; life, how precious it is. I'm glad to be alive, breathing and stinking. How should such as I die in such a fashion? Life, how precious it is. Soldiers must be made with coal, allowed to see in two colors, black and white. Life, how precious it is. Within my precious pool I sank so I thought of life and death at once. I searched my memoir's tank and found moments of early breath. There's my mother, my youth time warden; with love in hand burned my heart making me stronger and fit. I think of brothers and sisters of mine. My heart burned by there fire, sitting and sizzling, hoping and hurting. I still love them my special way, regardless of discomforts or pain. I'm not bad! I spend time building and not breaking down. I love with no boundries and care without limits. Why did my waterfall try to kill? Why does my family hate? I want to go home and back to my pain. Why won't you wake me now? Why my Lord, why?"
Once again the phantom named Ramtha emerges from the forest as if answering the questions from the young tortoured man.
(Ramtha)
Dear friend and brother to thee, what love I find for you. Grovel in self-pain and pity alike. Run home sweet dove, run home. Life will get harder and harder for you, what will you do? what will you do? Stay and live a life with hurt? Travel a broken path of dust? No! If your eyes are open wide, the spirits will set you free, bestowing a gift of life and love. With these tools upon your belt, you can fix thine path sturdy traveler. You can fly high and never, never die.
(The Prince)
All I want is to find my sweet love. Tell my Spirit, where does it lay? I have strength and many goals and can crush the backs of many men. Yet my heart holds true to you, my fair Lord. This place seems so far from love and war wake me up, I've gone much to far.
The young Prince picks up a stone and thinks of throwing it but instead admires its beauty. He observes its color and wonders how old it is or if it fell from the Great Sky.
(Ramtha)
In your hand a stone you hold, I pray it cause a flash. To make your mind look deep and wide. So you may fly to my side and never meet death. With love in hand, be bold young traveler and never, never die.
Ramtha does a pattern of flowing movements and then touches the rock and it turns into a rose. The Prince is amazed and believes a miracle has occured and begins a chant and dance and Ramtha joins him. They become filled with the Spirit and stop dancing and singing from exhaustion. The Prince looks deeply into the rose while Ramtha's form begins to slowly change.
(The Prince)
I've finally found a special spot. The places roses sleep and eat. Each step I didn't take, took moments away from this precious bud I've waited for. My spirit sent invisible hands to find a cherished soul like this, what love. If I think of thoughts so pure I'll fly away from pains of earth. If you look upon my soul, be gentle and caring. As if upon a cue, my eyes! My eyes! Glimpse this beautiful bud, it yawns for me, showing its true potential.
As The Prince gazes upon his flower, he suddenly notices Ramtha walk up to him. Ramtha's form has now changed into a giant barn owl.
(The Prince)
Who are you?!
(Ramtha-Owl)
Who.......are.....you? Who, Who.
Ramtha-Owl flies closer to his friend but The Prince is startled by this and drawns his blade.
(The Prince)
Tell me twice, who are you?
(Ramtha -Owl)
Who are you to hold such sword gainst a fowl of fright? Who are you to strike such chord, wisdom is what you will gain this night. Fly with me this night young prince. There is much to gain, increase thine might! Who are you to not heed words? Stop! Use thine eyes and increase thine sight!
(The Prince)
This such a dream an owl I might find. tell me phantom of my dreams, what would best my cause?
Ramtha-Owl hops even closer.
(Ramtha-Owl)
First I would look deep within myself, find Who I am. Then I would look for places unknown, just to come back to find more. Tell me Prince, what would you do if all places were known? How do you make life so hard? Go on young Prince, find thine face! Go on and be more and more. Remember, know honor and love as if they were kin. Live larger than life, sweet dove. Fly high with me this night young prince so to never, never die.
The Prince embraces the owl and suddenly the lage bird silently flies away with a loving hoot.
(The Prince)
Wise owl of my dream, you know me so well, oh why? A soldier no more I may be. A killer of lands no longer. I pray your keen eyes will aid my flight. I thank you with all I have left and will keep moving along this path. Why do I still deam? Wake me up my Lord, wake up! Wake up!
The Prince continues his trek.
The young prince is awakened to the early morning and a forest exploding with life. The sun was beaming over head so he assumed it was time to continue his forced trip. He moves mightily across his little path through the forest and begins to talk to his environment.
"Here I am, body and soul. I thank the dream that brought me back; life, how precious it is. I'm glad to be alive, breathing and stinking. How should such as I die in such a fashion? Life, how precious it is. Soldiers must be made with coal, allowed to see in two colors, black and white. Life, how precious it is. Within my precious pool I sank so I thought of life and death at once. I searched my memoir's tank and found moments of early breath. There's my mother, my youth time warden; with love in hand burned my heart making me stronger and fit. I think of brothers and sisters of mine. My heart burned by there fire, sitting and sizzling, hoping and hurting. I still love them my special way, regardless of discomforts or pain. I'm not bad! I spend time building and not breaking down. I love with no boundries and care without limits. Why did my waterfall try to kill? Why does my family hate? I want to go home and back to my pain. Why won't you wake me now? Why my Lord, why?"
Once again the phantom named Ramtha emerges from the forest as if answering the questions from the young tortoured man.
(Ramtha)
Dear friend and brother to thee, what love I find for you. Grovel in self-pain and pity alike. Run home sweet dove, run home. Life will get harder and harder for you, what will you do? what will you do? Stay and live a life with hurt? Travel a broken path of dust? No! If your eyes are open wide, the spirits will set you free, bestowing a gift of life and love. With these tools upon your belt, you can fix thine path sturdy traveler. You can fly high and never, never die.
(The Prince)
All I want is to find my sweet love. Tell my Spirit, where does it lay? I have strength and many goals and can crush the backs of many men. Yet my heart holds true to you, my fair Lord. This place seems so far from love and war wake me up, I've gone much to far.
The young Prince picks up a stone and thinks of throwing it but instead admires its beauty. He observes its color and wonders how old it is or if it fell from the Great Sky.
(Ramtha)
In your hand a stone you hold, I pray it cause a flash. To make your mind look deep and wide. So you may fly to my side and never meet death. With love in hand, be bold young traveler and never, never die.
Ramtha does a pattern of flowing movements and then touches the rock and it turns into a rose. The Prince is amazed and believes a miracle has occured and begins a chant and dance and Ramtha joins him. They become filled with the Spirit and stop dancing and singing from exhaustion. The Prince looks deeply into the rose while Ramtha's form begins to slowly change.
(The Prince)
I've finally found a special spot. The places roses sleep and eat. Each step I didn't take, took moments away from this precious bud I've waited for. My spirit sent invisible hands to find a cherished soul like this, what love. If I think of thoughts so pure I'll fly away from pains of earth. If you look upon my soul, be gentle and caring. As if upon a cue, my eyes! My eyes! Glimpse this beautiful bud, it yawns for me, showing its true potential.
As The Prince gazes upon his flower, he suddenly notices Ramtha walk up to him. Ramtha's form has now changed into a giant barn owl.
(The Prince)
Who are you?!
(Ramtha-Owl)
Who.......are.....you? Who, Who.
Ramtha-Owl flies closer to his friend but The Prince is startled by this and drawns his blade.
(The Prince)
Tell me twice, who are you?
(Ramtha -Owl)
Who are you to hold such sword gainst a fowl of fright? Who are you to strike such chord, wisdom is what you will gain this night. Fly with me this night young prince. There is much to gain, increase thine might! Who are you to not heed words? Stop! Use thine eyes and increase thine sight!
(The Prince)
This such a dream an owl I might find. tell me phantom of my dreams, what would best my cause?
Ramtha-Owl hops even closer.
(Ramtha-Owl)
First I would look deep within myself, find Who I am. Then I would look for places unknown, just to come back to find more. Tell me Prince, what would you do if all places were known? How do you make life so hard? Go on young Prince, find thine face! Go on and be more and more. Remember, know honor and love as if they were kin. Live larger than life, sweet dove. Fly high with me this night young prince so to never, never die.
The Prince embraces the owl and suddenly the lage bird silently flies away with a loving hoot.
(The Prince)
Wise owl of my dream, you know me so well, oh why? A soldier no more I may be. A killer of lands no longer. I pray your keen eyes will aid my flight. I thank you with all I have left and will keep moving along this path. Why do I still deam? Wake me up my Lord, wake up! Wake up!
The Prince continues his trek.
