User talk:Cold-NiTe

(('tis commentary be bound within all these))

((to wit, 'ere our man lays the beat, to none other 'an the king o' the moun'ain's song.))

Call to a scene re - dress-, Cav'rnous-, Cav'rnous-, The Players return nightcap consumed-- all in- one--, Is this home to them so stark-? Hour is farce-, Hour is farce-, We wonder where'st they might have not gone to- wit--, Does we excuse from them a sighs-? Say it lies-, Say it lies-, Inexcusable this is! See me not, YES--. Given heaven's dialogue-, We excuse-, You refuse-, Empy-rean fable sounds! Delight-ful! NO--. Bind me not to this cold stone-, We dishone'-, We disown'-, Cast down from our side you art no child o' MINE--, Given how little we- knew-, You outgrew-, You outgrew-, Thro' us to earth as as we threw you, Gide-on,

(('e whispers now, mayhap in fear))

NOT THIS

NO MORE

FURTHER NOT

IN THIS HALL THERE SOUNDS NOT MORTAL STEPS TO BE

GIVEN HISTORY'S WILL TO REPEAT MAKE ME NOT TREAD NOT HERE.

REDRESS I GRIEVE TOO FORGI------VE ME

((terror drives 'im to admi'ance, and wha' 'aste! the beat lay long since forgot!))

I will not lie the steps they multiply, Given heaven's will, Know only that those that enter never stop, Stubborn a thousand times, They cannot return to their homes as before.

IN THIS MOUNTAIN KING'S HALL.

I WILL DIE.

FOR GIVE ME CHILD.

(('is voice now gone, only the music remains, only a wo'der an' a ma'vel, did 'e exist? we cannae noaw.))

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((the music, 'tis at ends. 'ere our man's remains is found by these young, who are on the patrol yet do not patrol.))

SMALLS: What we find here then?

JOLE: A corpse! A human corpse!

SMALLS: And how say you, that we should find such as this, in such as this?

JOLE: I say that perhaps, we choose that was never as us found such as this?

SMALLS: A wise decision. Let this flesh pursue the top of yon stairs, though he find a different end than we, surely.

JOLE: Surely.

-FIN.-