Post by Dunwik on May 6, 2023 22:52:39 GMT
ACT 1: The Early Years
NARRATOR: Come forth, false son of Leng
Present yourself to all and sing
Of all the blood you spill
And the evils that you bring.
Here is the hour of your birth
The times of life go by
Before you're thrown back to the earth
For one day you must die.
But these are nightmares yet to be
Now you are but a child
But soon you will with clear eyes see
The works of men and Gods defiled.
John West: I hope I am not too late to see him
I name him Henry West for his forebear
I hope he makes this name well-known for wit
Within him are great things. I wish him health.
(WEST takes HENRY and leaves.)
Doctor:
What sickness doth be seen within that child?
A curse, a plague of death shall follow him.
All that he touches shall crumble to ash.
He will be called master, but never friend
Evil, he will take: evil he will give.
---
NARRATOR:
Come forth, false son of Leng
Present yourself to all and sing
Of all the blood you spill
And the evils that you bring.
You have become a growing youth
Seeking ancient riches
Out behind your father's estate
In lands scarred by cruel, pointless war.
Assailed by ancient ghosts
Who shall never let you rest
Carry evil to your grave
Oh cursed Henry West
HENRY:
(Entering the RUINS)
What treasures sleep within this ancient tomb?
What gilded baubles, thieving Lengans stole
From my proud and wise forebears?
But what art is this!? Horrible! How nightmarish!
Before me lies a broken, bloodied skull
Atop, some spider-creature eats the brain
Leaving naught but foul putrid froth behind
The remnants of what I assume were men
Cut down in their prime by Lengan spirits
It is too wicked to behold.
I see men dying: wicked pestilence
My face on their faces: is this my death?
I must leave this horrid place and burn it
Drive the makers of these spirits extinct
For no good has ever come of Leng
Evil pours forth from those men and their works
Thus shall be my solemn vow: Leng must die!
---
JOHN: Henry, what evil has befallen you?
You now pay little heed to your learning
You split the night with pitiful cries
You scan the area: a hunted creature
My son, who has struck you? Where do they hide?
HENRY:
It is the ancient wicked men of Leng
And the demons they wrought of painted stones
Whenever I close my eyes they are there
Sending icy terror into my bones
JOHN:
Those evils have power for you believe them
They are old tales for foolish, weak children
We live in enlightened times: forget them
They hold no true power over you, son.
Once the men of Leng did rule o'er us
With those tales of prophets, demons and death
But we have thrown aside their yoke with truth
Old fables are nothing but empty words
Dunwik can live only in truth and light
Such superstition doth break our spirit
It is wise to disregard useless tales
And give heed only to what matters most
Return to your studies of wealth, my son.
The West name must continue ever on
By good genes were you conceived and molded
Do not waste my time with silly old tales
Banish them before they become your end.
(JOHN LEAVES)
(HENRY GOES TO BED)
Nightmare:
All the works of Dunwik shall one day rot
All that you aspire to be will be not
This is the cycle of men and nations
The strong destroy the weak, become the weak
And they all crumble to ash and ruin
Your claims of truth and science mean nothing
One day you will lose control of these things
Blind without the vision only faith brings
You are aloft on ignorance, not wings
Like your country you shall come to the ground
And none shall cry out as you leave this world
What piteous wails you will make alone
You will never be free of us, Henry.
From now until your end we shall follow.
---
ACT II: THE WAR
NARRATOR: Come forth, false son of Leng
Present yourself to all and sing
Of all the blood you spill
And the evils that you bring.
Here is the hour of your birth
The times of life go by
Before you're thrown back to the earth
For one day you must die.
But these are nightmares yet to be
Now you are but a child
But soon you will with clear eyes see
The works of men and Gods defiled.
John West: I hope I am not too late to see him
I name him Henry West for his forebear
I hope he makes this name well-known for wit
Within him are great things. I wish him health.
(WEST takes HENRY and leaves.)
Doctor:
What sickness doth be seen within that child?
A curse, a plague of death shall follow him.
All that he touches shall crumble to ash.
He will be called master, but never friend
Evil, he will take: evil he will give.
---
NARRATOR:
Come forth, false son of Leng
Present yourself to all and sing
Of all the blood you spill
And the evils that you bring.
You have become a growing youth
Seeking ancient riches
Out behind your father's estate
In lands scarred by cruel, pointless war.
Assailed by ancient ghosts
Who shall never let you rest
Carry evil to your grave
Oh cursed Henry West
HENRY:
(Entering the RUINS)
What treasures sleep within this ancient tomb?
What gilded baubles, thieving Lengans stole
From my proud and wise forebears?
But what art is this!? Horrible! How nightmarish!
Before me lies a broken, bloodied skull
Atop, some spider-creature eats the brain
Leaving naught but foul putrid froth behind
The remnants of what I assume were men
Cut down in their prime by Lengan spirits
It is too wicked to behold.
I see men dying: wicked pestilence
My face on their faces: is this my death?
I must leave this horrid place and burn it
Drive the makers of these spirits extinct
For no good has ever come of Leng
Evil pours forth from those men and their works
Thus shall be my solemn vow: Leng must die!
---
JOHN: Henry, what evil has befallen you?
You now pay little heed to your learning
You split the night with pitiful cries
You scan the area: a hunted creature
My son, who has struck you? Where do they hide?
HENRY:
It is the ancient wicked men of Leng
And the demons they wrought of painted stones
Whenever I close my eyes they are there
Sending icy terror into my bones
JOHN:
Those evils have power for you believe them
They are old tales for foolish, weak children
We live in enlightened times: forget them
They hold no true power over you, son.
Once the men of Leng did rule o'er us
With those tales of prophets, demons and death
But we have thrown aside their yoke with truth
Old fables are nothing but empty words
Dunwik can live only in truth and light
Such superstition doth break our spirit
It is wise to disregard useless tales
And give heed only to what matters most
Return to your studies of wealth, my son.
The West name must continue ever on
By good genes were you conceived and molded
Do not waste my time with silly old tales
Banish them before they become your end.
(JOHN LEAVES)
(HENRY GOES TO BED)
Nightmare:
All the works of Dunwik shall one day rot
All that you aspire to be will be not
This is the cycle of men and nations
The strong destroy the weak, become the weak
And they all crumble to ash and ruin
Your claims of truth and science mean nothing
One day you will lose control of these things
Blind without the vision only faith brings
You are aloft on ignorance, not wings
Like your country you shall come to the ground
And none shall cry out as you leave this world
What piteous wails you will make alone
You will never be free of us, Henry.
From now until your end we shall follow.
---
ACT II: THE WAR