The Tragedy Of Falls: 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.

FALLS

Mother mother, I am here dearest!

Of whom do I call so sweet a name!

A beauty so fair, a maiden so pure,

AAMU

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

FALLS

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!

AAMU

Why dost thee bear it for long? If one were wise enough, then they shan't be of such pride to shout and boast!

FALLS

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.

AAMU

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!

FALLS

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.

AAMU

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!

FALLS

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!