robertrobie (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} robertrobie) wrote,@ 2004-11-02 10:36:00 |
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Lost in dream act III
The Prince walked for most of the afternoon eating berries and roots thinking of the happenings that occured. He comes upon a small embankment of rocks that he easily traverses and, as the sun's golden rays light the countryside, he discovers a battlefield of death. Many of his kind lay dead, most likely resistors, sprikled with a few whites. Normally he would look for any injured of his kind and see if he could save them or sing for them with a warrior's death. Torture and kill any living whites or our enemies. Everyone appears dead then suddenly a few moans can be heard in the distance so The Prince walks uneasily towards the noise. He comes upon a scene of three warriors, two of his kind, all laying upon large boulders.
"What is this dream I live? What evil could bring me here? The smell of death and blood now makes me sick where once it made my blood thick. My thoughts are filled with visions of death. Horror has stolen my breath. My Great Spirit and father above, how can you let this be? Sweet life and love has been lost, what is the cost? What have we lost? I shed confusion upon my words, why should I care? Does it mean so much to stop your breath, where do we go from here?
Born a prince of the land we now stand upon, crushed some souls and watched them die. I look upon my soul and fing large fissures. Upon that thought I shed a tear for every torn soul that I have took. I beg you Father, wake me up. This dream has become to much".
The Prince then gazes upon a very young boy of his kind, his dark, oily hair tied with ribbon and seashells. He kneels next to the boy, holds the magic rose on his forehead, chants a while and becomes quiet.
"Look at this, this just a babe, so full of life. Tears fill my eyes, what strife. Could he not have a path like mine? He could love waterfalls, owls and roses alike. he could be me, he could be me! There is no honor in killing a babe so I send a gentle touch his way, so his soul may find a home and so he knows there is no payment for crimes to the soul".
The Prince walks to another of his kind and recognizes this young man, a childhood friend. This chant is very sad and even longer.
"What is this my eyes perceive? A face from the past, oh my. Let me see for better or worse, show me your secrets and lies".
The Prince carefully wipes the blood and dark, oily hair from the young man and instantly recognizes him as an old friend and chants again.
"Is it truely you my friend? Can fate be so cruel? This horrible dusty, lonely path has brought me my friend from my home. We rolled around as youth time friends and here you lay dead and mangled. We'd sneak out and play games, what joy. We once locked arms and vowed us as friends, now you lay dead at my feet".
He stands up and stretches his arms wide apart.
"I will cease this fight with all my might! Come to me, my Father's enemies. I will crush your backs! I will not end till all are dead. I grow weary and tired of war, I want more more, I want more".
The rage was rising when the white soldier began to moan; who looks just like a very pale Ramtha. The Prince thought at that very moment he would begin to skin all the white flesh, all while keeping him alive or maybe he'd see how long he could stay alive without eyelids. As he his gazes upon the white and is to commence the torture, his rose falls upon the soldier. He stops suddenly and weeps.
(Ramtha-Soldier)
Help me, help me.
(The Prince)
Please do not strife sweet life, what is your need?
(Ramtha-Soldier)
Help...
(The Prince)
Sweet life, you are a tender song, sweet melody. You heart still beats so I can love. Tell me swift dear brother, what can I do?
(Ramtha-Soldier)
Help...Kill....Thee. On our most sacred vow, have mercy on thine soul. End my life and end this fight. Kill me swift, kill me swift...
(The Prince)
This vulgar vow I no longer serve. How can I be true and end this fight if all we do is loose our might? You ask me to end your sight, this I cannot do. I must treasure life and love so knowledge will one day be mine. Let my invisible hands touch and caress, stay with me moment longer, so we may live and learn so you may see before you go.
The Prince begin a special chant that makes him sweat. He places the rose on the soldiers forehead and makes a tea to ease his death pains.
(The Prince)
Brother and enemy, hear me well. Your time is short so open your eyes for better view. Raise yourselfand you will find love. Gaze upon my love and take it to all, learn a tale of peace. Rage and war are not solutions. Learn this lesson fast, as you stand upon Death's wing.
Ramtha-Soldier looks deeply into the rose and then to The Prince and smiles, then dies.
(The Prince)
It is a hard thing to do, throwing off life's chains. I take my love and fill your heart, gently touching your spirit. This dream I live is a strange one indeed; death and love doing battle. Rages ensue by a war based on greed. I grow weary and tired of war.
There is a hero inside me. He will never die and always fly high so I must walk this lonely, path of dust. Find my fate.
Rest well gentle warrior, rest well. Our failures have no weight, we longer flee. Listen to our lessons, increase our sight and might. I will continue our fight to keep our sweet love. to teach all to fly high and never, never die.
The Prince then continues his journey knowing that his kind should not be found at this scene and someone was bound to come look for the whites. He walks off to find a quiet spot to set up camp because night was upon him. A short time later Ramtha awakens himself and the others and begin a chant and dance to welcome his new relations to the other side. As they dance the many sleeping spirits awaken and join in until they are cast unto the Sky leaving only a smiling and sweaty Ramtha.
The Prince walked for most of the afternoon eating berries and roots thinking of the happenings that occured. He comes upon a small embankment of rocks that he easily traverses and, as the sun's golden rays light the countryside, he discovers a battlefield of death. Many of his kind lay dead, most likely resistors, sprikled with a few whites. Normally he would look for any injured of his kind and see if he could save them or sing for them with a warrior's death. Torture and kill any living whites or our enemies. Everyone appears dead then suddenly a few moans can be heard in the distance so The Prince walks uneasily towards the noise. He comes upon a scene of three warriors, two of his kind, all laying upon large boulders.
"What is this dream I live? What evil could bring me here? The smell of death and blood now makes me sick where once it made my blood thick. My thoughts are filled with visions of death. Horror has stolen my breath. My Great Spirit and father above, how can you let this be? Sweet life and love has been lost, what is the cost? What have we lost? I shed confusion upon my words, why should I care? Does it mean so much to stop your breath, where do we go from here?
Born a prince of the land we now stand upon, crushed some souls and watched them die. I look upon my soul and fing large fissures. Upon that thought I shed a tear for every torn soul that I have took. I beg you Father, wake me up. This dream has become to much".
The Prince then gazes upon a very young boy of his kind, his dark, oily hair tied with ribbon and seashells. He kneels next to the boy, holds the magic rose on his forehead, chants a while and becomes quiet.
"Look at this, this just a babe, so full of life. Tears fill my eyes, what strife. Could he not have a path like mine? He could love waterfalls, owls and roses alike. he could be me, he could be me! There is no honor in killing a babe so I send a gentle touch his way, so his soul may find a home and so he knows there is no payment for crimes to the soul".
The Prince walks to another of his kind and recognizes this young man, a childhood friend. This chant is very sad and even longer.
"What is this my eyes perceive? A face from the past, oh my. Let me see for better or worse, show me your secrets and lies".
The Prince carefully wipes the blood and dark, oily hair from the young man and instantly recognizes him as an old friend and chants again.
"Is it truely you my friend? Can fate be so cruel? This horrible dusty, lonely path has brought me my friend from my home. We rolled around as youth time friends and here you lay dead and mangled. We'd sneak out and play games, what joy. We once locked arms and vowed us as friends, now you lay dead at my feet".
He stands up and stretches his arms wide apart.
"I will cease this fight with all my might! Come to me, my Father's enemies. I will crush your backs! I will not end till all are dead. I grow weary and tired of war, I want more more, I want more".
The rage was rising when the white soldier began to moan; who looks just like a very pale Ramtha. The Prince thought at that very moment he would begin to skin all the white flesh, all while keeping him alive or maybe he'd see how long he could stay alive without eyelids. As he his gazes upon the white and is to commence the torture, his rose falls upon the soldier. He stops suddenly and weeps.
(Ramtha-Soldier)
Help me, help me.
(The Prince)
Please do not strife sweet life, what is your need?
(Ramtha-Soldier)
Help...
(The Prince)
Sweet life, you are a tender song, sweet melody. You heart still beats so I can love. Tell me swift dear brother, what can I do?
(Ramtha-Soldier)
Help...Kill....Thee. On our most sacred vow, have mercy on thine soul. End my life and end this fight. Kill me swift, kill me swift...
(The Prince)
This vulgar vow I no longer serve. How can I be true and end this fight if all we do is loose our might? You ask me to end your sight, this I cannot do. I must treasure life and love so knowledge will one day be mine. Let my invisible hands touch and caress, stay with me moment longer, so we may live and learn so you may see before you go.
The Prince begin a special chant that makes him sweat. He places the rose on the soldiers forehead and makes a tea to ease his death pains.
(The Prince)
Brother and enemy, hear me well. Your time is short so open your eyes for better view. Raise yourselfand you will find love. Gaze upon my love and take it to all, learn a tale of peace. Rage and war are not solutions. Learn this lesson fast, as you stand upon Death's wing.
Ramtha-Soldier looks deeply into the rose and then to The Prince and smiles, then dies.
(The Prince)
It is a hard thing to do, throwing off life's chains. I take my love and fill your heart, gently touching your spirit. This dream I live is a strange one indeed; death and love doing battle. Rages ensue by a war based on greed. I grow weary and tired of war.
There is a hero inside me. He will never die and always fly high so I must walk this lonely, path of dust. Find my fate.
Rest well gentle warrior, rest well. Our failures have no weight, we longer flee. Listen to our lessons, increase our sight and might. I will continue our fight to keep our sweet love. to teach all to fly high and never, never die.
The Prince then continues his journey knowing that his kind should not be found at this scene and someone was bound to come look for the whites. He walks off to find a quiet spot to set up camp because night was upon him. A short time later Ramtha awakens himself and the others and begin a chant and dance to welcome his new relations to the other side. As they dance the many sleeping spirits awaken and join in until they are cast unto the Sky leaving only a smiling and sweaty Ramtha.
