[Lair of The Witches,Rivermoor]
[Enter King Theron and Ophelia]
King Theron:Alas! Charmer I beseech conjuration,bestow me thy grace. Fortune of Poor Country t'was slaughtered by incapable raise.Lend thy ear as I speak but true,give sympathy to thee,stir concotion bathed and brewed.
Ophelia: You seek thy help,sheathed arrogance,burn to shreds.T'was nay a fault but punishment brought by heavens tell.
King Theron:I do not deny tyranny as fault to punishment,do one and you don't consider wealth as pound of dignity or hell's attempt?
Ophelia:Don't speak to thee as an angel brought by mercy and haven as the crown's holder t'was none but a demon hiding underneath glutton and disdain opulence.
King Theron:I seek help,not talk of skins,wilt thou help me not as your all seeing king?
Ophelia:Midst of thin air,exchange of wealth. A man of Barbados brought by tempest in wild solitaire.The lad weaves riches out of leaves in but a blink.Beware,for damnation may fall and wilt descease.
[Both Exeunt]
YOU ARE READING
The Shipwreck From Barbados
RomanceA playwright set in renaissance period. A betwixt love of angst and merriment.Lost and Found,that's what this is all about.
