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The Chorous for an original fanplay theater production of the Hite Childrens Theater.



I wrote the play when I was nine. It ended with the two main characters comitting scuicice. The first people to ever watch it were the neighbors and my mom. Everyone clapped.



I just wrote this chorous recently. I decided I couldn't keep the script just in my head forever, so I am in the process of typing the whole thing out. It never did have a chorous, so I did one in sort of a cheap knockoff of Iambic pentameter.



Chorous:



From one bleak death the eye of mortal sin,

will creep until it fouls the earth again.

For many years the curses yet persist,

and not one question why or whence they came.

Still no one knows the bold misshapen deed,

That leads to what the bloodstained future said.

But when the cloud of dust has cleared the air,

the truth will lie imbedded with this dirt.

As deep its veins recess against the core,

of earth’s cold bowel without a dream of life.

There we shall find the mortal power’s source.

So say ye to the silent water “Flow!”

And tell the clay to mold its self as man.

But take ye not upon imperfect hands,

that task which only God lays firm his claim.

And make thee not a traitor in thine heart.



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It Just Has To Be



A void of boundless, endless, nothingness,

is still the subtance of something,

which is the nothing,

it just has to be.



Even the hopeless, prayerless, helpless,

have a hope to have no help,

and therfore strive,

to be undone.



Beyond the meaningless, reasonless, explanationless,

one thing is still easilly explained:

that everyrthing is so,

because it is.



And so the small become the great,

nothing becomes everything,

yet everything is still

the same.

Written for my High School- "Red and Black our colours proudly flying! We are the Knights, we'll conquer, never fear!" - (Knights victory march)





Knight's Battle Cry



Our hearts are steady drums,

the beat we march to is our own,

so knight, fear not the sword of woe,

for off to battle now we ride.



Keep keen and watchful eyes,

still hold your head and shoulders firm,

so knight, say fight but ne'er say die.

Our friendships truly best our foes.



As comrades all we leave,

not one nor any cast aside.

So knights, in victory march home,

and live your life with conquest's pride.





It's short, i know- but I like it, so I put it up after I wrote it.