The Apparent Folly of Peace

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By: Kabu Posted on: June 08, 2010


[Enter MALIKI and BELO]

BELO Mangy dog of Agatheis! Blackened He left you That we may know the dark soul that lingers and leaks 'neath your fur!

MALIKI Wicked wasp! Winged you may be, as the morning star Winged was to fall before sun's rise! Curses upon you!

BELO Curses 'pon you, you charcoal'd mutt! You Ashtani pussy! Rubbing with those foul Occultists! Your city but a smear on the rear Of Sapience!

MALIKI Dare you defile my city, you ten-toe'd pelican! Your Jewel proudly defended Be but cheap bauble! Dingy glass trick, smooth to see, with ease to shatter! Death to your brood, foul bird!

BELO I bring death to you, Rajamala!


[Enter LAE'LA, to drawn blades]

LAE'LA Gentlemen! Down with your swords!

BELO Nay! Down be you, stranger, if so bold to step 'tween rapiers!

LAE'LA Death would you give? Death to a stranger? To a woman? Death To she who brings peace?

MALIKI Death would she find, as the sparrow does 'twixt dueling hawks. Blame not

The hawks for nature theirs by Divine.

LAE'LA Blame not to the sparrow for nature's same. Such, do you blame the Divine?

MALIKI Wily Tsol'aa. Think we fools? 'Tis your sole vocation, for 'tis foolish errand

To espy peace in hatred.

BELO Aye. Remove yourself, or Thoth shall take you by His chariot.

LAE'LA Ah! Agreement I hear! An enemy of mine enemy is mine friend.

Thus be you both comrades by me.

By two breasts does the mother feed her children,

Such will I feed you both from my bosom calm. To the ground with your swords. To the heavens with your eyes. The Above are watching, each daring the other To your frailties and strengths. Let the latter triumph, I beg you! There is no glory

For the dust your blood become.

MALIKI Erroneous you be, young one. If we but pawns 'neath the curious minds

Of the Divine, then 'tis but glory I keep as mine.

BELO Oh, indeed, black-tongue'd brute! Much the glory which the orphans gain From that disgusting shadow of de Vermiis?! 'Tis for glory

That I run you through!

MALIKI Bursts of star to your aid not come once my rapier doth fleshy lunge!

BELO To the cave with you, yellow-tooth'd weasel!

LAE'LA Enough, fools! Halt your anger, you beasts! You are two of the like!

By the Pentad, Sarapis alone, who bore being from "Be," be civil!

As the world did love sweet Pasiphae, for her beauty and virtue so

True, so be tranquil for the robes life share with the maiden. Roses

Do not grow by calloused sword-hand, nor red by honor's blood drink.

Beauty of the brier 'tis not the thorn, for thorn but nettlesome prick

'Pon Godly finger which doth not bleed. Useless, your strife is.

The Gods will find another. Aeon swallows to gut'd abyss those

Who measure He. Thoth take all; Babel all else.

Do you not witness your folly? That you do and die for no pleasure

But the pleasure of your viscera spilt? Peace, I say!

Whereupon the grand of the rose will you see

By white eye, that white which bathe glory Divine;

By doves' graced wing--

Atavian! By Vastar, your wing be same! Dare you

Wish your pinion stripped? Never 'gain to know lofty glide?

Rajamala! Freedom you claim, so by own petition own you the right!

Peace!

Or, by Gods, to woe.

To expand that dark which sits within, that clutches your swords by grips

Too tight; to dim the candle which lengthens shadows' thrall. By embracing

Mortal follies, farther from the Gods you stray, lost creatures from masters'

hand,

To die for lack of manna; claiming triumph as the jester, amusing the king

But a moment, distracting from dutiful path -- be you he

Who shepherds swift savagery, eager to return to frivolous disport.

Join the red fog then, for your strive for life

But it to forfeit.

Maya, our Great Mother, in Her womb, once bore

Order and chaos

In human.

Let it be they who struggle. Be you who are greater.

To you, the choice.

[Exit LAE'LA]


BELO Wily Tsol'aa... but wise as they are. Truths I do see in lyric.

Be it wonder'd that, by sincere tongue, peace be drawn from hateful heart.

Let there be not conflict between us, Rajamala. Let we stand

As the amitous amongst enmity.

MALIKI Aye, now my brother. Come, beneath my arm, that we may stride away

Borne of camaraderie and content.

BELO Tarah shine upon us! Harmony I will now look to; non discord.

MALIKI Peace in your mind, Atavian. And peace in your heart

My dagger discover!

BELO Alack!

Betrayed!

... By peace!

[Exit BELO, slain]


MALIKI Ah, the Tsol'aa. So true, so wise. Above indeed did the Atavian rise.

[Exit MALIKI]