Site hosted by Angelfire.com: Build your free website today!


AMALAN





PROLOGUE



(NARRATOR)

As you rise, so shall you fall... and death shall come to one and all... here the gods do plant you, with a resurrected need... in time the gods do grant you, that here your soul shall bleed. As you fall, so shall you rise... to bewilder mortals with secret eyes... here the gods anoint you, with the blessing of the way... on earth the gods appoint you , to live from day to day. Look into your mind, know that you are blind, you are so afraid. Here is your body and your soul cut by the swinging blade. Watch your blood fill up the room, this hell infested place must become your tomb. Here in the world of dreams, in the world of nightmares your mortal soul does dwell, you a re trapped, you are imprisioned in a living hell. No heart, no friends as the darkness slow descends, you know your soul will never rest. But while you are here, that creature that you fear, still stirs inside your breast.



CHAPTER ONE


(1)

(NARRATOR)

All the world destroyed by my decree, and I am laughing at this world I see. Born in darkness from life's despair, on a crazy train bound for nowhere. On the one way trip into your hell, but the freedom is yours if you can break the spell. Oh, soul of the earth, where have you departed... without your light the pathway lies uncharted... Oh, soul of the earth, the body lost and dismembered... and yet the warning came from something half remembered... Goddess mother vision rise... restore your dream to the mortal eyes... Goddess mother virgin birth... restore your dream to the mortals earth... In this world you will lose your body..... You will lose your soul..... You will lose your senses.... That one by one will fill a bowl.


(FOOL)

I have four walls on which I place, every body and every face, that I have known. They stare at me, indifferently, and so my despair has grown. Hit them, smash them, make them go away, watch them, leering, laughing, questioning all I say. Look at their faces, look at their eyes, once again I am hypnotised. But I want to cut them, so like me they remain unrecognised. But it is not their faces that have been cut.... but mine... And it is not their souls that are always shut... but mine... And it is not their dream, in spite of what has been said... No... it is not their dream, that now lies dead... but mine... but mine...


(NARRATOR)

How say you that your quest is dead?


(FOOL)

Forgive me mother, I hear a strange voice in my head.


(NARRATOR)

How say you that a mortals blood be shed.


(FOOL)

Forgive me mother, down a lonely pathway I am led.


(NARRATOR)

How say you that in silent corridors your soul has bled.


(FOOL)

Behold mother, I can see the nightmare and the horror that it spread.


(MAGICIAN)

Comes a circle, comes a square, beyond the realm of a mortals care... So look into the mirror, tell me what you see, all your life reflected the way your meant to be, so open up your eyes and define your mortality. Do you know where you start? Do you know where you end? Or do you find that you break long before you bend. So look into the mirror, tell me what you saw, all your life reflected through a half open door, so open up your eyes and see yourself as never before. Do you know where it stops? Do you know when it fades? You are in a silent world haunted by your shades. For it is in this world that you must fight, shades of darkness, shades of light. And it is in this world that you must leave reality, shades of you, and shades of me. And it is into this world that you have been cast, shades of the future, and shades of the past. For here you must do all that you can... for you are trapped in this world called Amalan.


(NARRATOR)

The dream it is lost, the dream it is gone. And only darkness now where the light once shone. And one foolish soul is trying to hold on. I can see the mortal resting head in hands, as the darkness calls from the foreign lands, and the fool will follow the dream and all that it commands. The dream it is lost, the dream it is gone, and only darkness resides upon the throne, as one foolish fool will be taken to another zone.


(MAGICIAN)

It was an act of desperation, that lead all to chase the dream, for here in the darkness reigns the light supreme, and you all must follow in the steps of fools. It was an act of desperation, that lead the lonely souls to ask, to look into the night and the meaning of the task, and you must follow to swim in stagnant pools.


(FOOL)

I who was born in the dawning mists of time, I have travelled hard and long, and done the penance of my crime. I who have fought in battles new and old, this tale of my journey can now be told. I who have had dreams of the golden age, I am the only player on the silent empty stage. For I who am youth as well as age, to see all my dreams in a revolving cage. I who have been all the people on this earth, I am eternal death as I am eternal birth. I who am afraid and I who am alone, trapped in this darkness that chills me to the bone. I do not wish to fight anymore, I have felt the rain of hell, and the folly that is war. But in this world, I am here, and I am on a quest, finding bits of sorrow when all I want is rest, but while in this land I shall at least do my best.


(NARRATOR ONE)

Where did the dream go? And when did it depart?


(NARRATOR TWO)

The dream it went with those who have no hope inside their heart.


(NARRATOR ONE)

What does the dream do? And where can it be found?


(NARRATOR TWO)

The dream must be believed before you hear it's sweet sound.


(NARRATOR ONE)

Why was it lost? And what price must be paid?


(NARRATOR TWO)

It was lost because of fools who from the path had strayed.


(NARRATOR)

The dream is of light and darkness that you must never be afraid.


(MAGICIAN)

The dream must be found, the dream must be returned, the darkness of the light, the secret must be learned, for every step you take the glory must be earned... The dream must be found, the dream must be believed, as the pathway ahead of you in thoughts has been weaved, and for all the glory sought the dream must be achieved.


(NARRATOR)

Come with us and take our hand, leave your thoughts in the mortals land. See here a hole that forms in the wall, through which we pull you, through which you fall. You are surrounded by a darkness as oppressive as a tomb, the holy mother has forsaken you and pushed you from her womb. For here in this nightmare, in this crazy land, the darkest reaches of the mind that we call Amalan.


(2)

(NARRATOR)

In the silence of a desolate track, as a chariot comes both white and black. It halts to await the fool, it is a symbol of the subconscious tool.


(CHARIOT)

Born in darkness and in despair, in the restless souls who show no care. Born in darkness and set to scare, being all alone and every where. Full of oaths and devoid of hair, I take your soul that I want to share. But take heed little fool, at least be aware, that the dream you seek can soon become a nightmare.


(HERMIT)

The secret lies in darkened climes, and a mortal prisoner pays for the immortal crimes. Down darkened halls, the fear crawls, and the essence is complete... And I am one with no hands and no feet... The secret lies caught up in signs, and the mortal solitude is found in the immortal shrines. Down dank corridors, and the blood stained floors, the essence flows... and I am one who comes and then quickly goes...


(FOOL)

Welcome to my funeral, wherein lies my past, this realm of temporal majesty into which I have been cast. Waiting at deaths door I can hear the sound of screaming, I would like to go beyond to give my life some meaning. Welcome to my funeral, let the pyre eternal burn, to the pit of hell I desire no longer to return. On the silent ship of wisdom bobbing on the sea of soul, to know it is the light within the dark that will make me whole. Welcome to my funeral, here my servant stands, to weigh in mortal judgement, my soul is in his hands. I cannot win, I cannot lose, I have done all of this before, but in the game of life I have a choice do I open or do I close the door.


(NARRATOR)

Mother of darkness, daughter of state, this is the faith that you seal the fools fate. Mother of darkness, daughter of souls, send the fool dreams of his spiritual goals. Mother of darkness, daughter of dreams, lead your little mortal down the temporal streams.


(FOOL)

In the paradise now am I, and I saw the secret lie. Hung upon a tree, of both silver and gold, this light I see, and so wonder to behold. In the paradise now am I, I can hear the silence cry. Around the stately tree, is both the dark and light, and oh so woe is me, wrapped in the colour of the night.


(HERMIT)

Anguish sweeps like a cloud over my furtive brow, and the chanting dark and fernal calls to me somehow, and there bathed in the light of love are the words of the sacred vow. My tortured soul in this lifetime is seeking some respite, from the clouds of reality and those creatures of the night, but understand me now I will not give in without a fight. Let all the horrors unfold as in the never ending stream, and there for lead the fool to travel each extreme, and let the fool believe in the power of the sacred dream.


(NARRATOR)

Draw a pentagram on land and air, howl to the moon and chant the prayer. To a thousand hells... and a dozen spells... all from arcane lands. They will carry your body... they will carry your soul... in their bloody hands. Draw a pentagram over heart and face, hail to the nightmare of the human race. From human hearts... and astrology charts... to follow the fate of man. To the sacred rites... of days and nights...trapped in Amalan. In this world is the energy forsaken, for three times fool will you be taken. Once for your senses... twice for your body.... thirdly for your soul.


(DEVIL)

Welcome to my world of arcane thoughts and dreams, aboard the ghostly ships that sail on the blood red streams. From the chasm of your mind dark creatures will arise, to fill you with their screams and blind you with their eyes. Welcome to my world these things the eyes do see, that all my little creatures will take away your sanity, and that the further you go, what is dream? and what is reality.


(NARRATOR)

Creatures moved and played, every shape hue and shade. They moved in the eternal night, living in the mind and just out of sight.


(FOOL)

I wonder what creatures you are, I can hear you but you lay outside my line of sight, do you seek to annoy me on this godforsaken night. I wonder what creatures you are, I know you but you are outside my line of sight, do you seek to annoy me in the middle of my plight.


(DEVIL)

Welcome mortal, where do you stand? What would you do in this world that we call Amalan.


(FOOL)

I am of one who can control you for I am versed in arcane laws. That so many times I have used my skill to open hidden doors.


(DEVIL)

I have met you before mortal in such a different guise, I have seen you before mortal through very different eyes, but I remember now and I realise. That in mortals your souls do not die, as from body to body, and time to time, in ethereal ascendants you fly.


(FOOL)

Let me look on your visage, let me see my cowardly foe, let me know of whom I fight or depart demon let me go.


(DEVIL)

I am of that place, between both time and space. I am the unresting, forever soul and testing. To see me or my kin, you must die before we let you in. You are a sacrifice of all that's wrong and right, as you fly in your soul dream every mortal night.


(NARRATOR)

The wilderness of the night devoid of form and shape. Some half traced memory implanted upon the landscape.


(FOOL)

My reason is leaving me, clouds of anxiety, sweep across my soul. I feel that I am dying and so slowly losing control. The hound of darkness is snapping at my heels, and alone in my sorrow I know how it feels. As I fumble at the door of my sanity, to find there is no lock as there is no key.


(DEVIL)

The book of life was written oh so long ago, the book of dreams in your mind like a picture show. Know yourself as you are. Know yourself and you will go far. Know thyself that is the law. Do what you will, that is the law. Wherever you go keep your peace of mind, for the world will reveal itself from the secrets divined.


(FOOL)

It is the secret within the dream, and the darkness within the light. As in this strange world I am both the black and white. And in my soul and heart I am ready to recite.


( NARRATOR /FOOL )


Follow the Seraphim, as they come down hallowed halls. Listen to the hymn, as through the silence it calls. Open up your eyes, see what cannot be seen. And who knows what lies, within, without and in between.


(NARRATOR)

In Amalan on blood soaked plains, three unholy creatures are picking the mortals brains. And the quest is still so far away.... In Amalan on circle stones all red, a Christian gorgon is using for his bed. And the dream is told but we cannot say.... In Amalan inside the sea of bones, is a castle dark full of rotting thrones. And on the bloated bodies do the children dance and play.


(3)

(NARRATOR)

From the edge of the world comes a saintly knight, whose quest is truth and whose strength is right. From the well of loneliness comes one out of despair, to find a truth that is never there. From the edge of space comes a creature born, who knows the truth but is all forlorn. From the bridge of time comes a dying scream, that pleads for being and so dies within the dream.


(FOOL)

Serendipity, is come to me, out of the corner of my eyes... Unknown, I have been thrown, into the astral skies... Of worlds arcane, I never complain, but I can see through the disguise... And the world long since decayed, but with the sign... etched in my mind... to know the journey will be made. Serendipity, is come to me, spread like a tarot pack.... At the bottom of the tree, I am as one so free, to gain the things that I lack.... And my education knows, that love lives and grows, but I am in a world so black... And the world long since destroyed, a mystic cross... sanity my only loss... for with the darkness is the nightmare so employed. Serendipity, is come to me, just to lead me astray.... As from the dark, comes a hidden spark, and I can the gods on display... And then I declare, and then I swear, that no matter what the dream would say... The world it seems, to be full of dreams, and to have a quasi- realistic feel... And then as I lose control, of my mind and my soul, I know that the scars will never heal..... Serendipity, is come to me.....


(NARRATOR)

The hermit comes out of his shell, to turn the world to his design, to turn reality and question time.


(HERMIT)

I have thought long and hard on many a sacred word, and in the wisdom the silence I have heard. I have thought long and hard on how the mortal raves, as in that well of despair lies the eternal graves.


(FOOL)

Why do you have a lantern? Why do you have a staff.


(HERMIT)

The secret you must learn, and at the world you must laugh. I have lived many lives and I have seen many ages, and I have touched the wisdom of he sages. The lantern is for reason, to know your path in every season. The staff though it is inscribed with many an esoteric sign, is for the connection between both space and time.


(LOVERS)

Love moves the world or so tis said, love moves the heart and sways the head, tis food of the gods tis the holy bread, as this world of ours has her arms comfortably spread. To gently protect our heart.... Love moves the world or so tis thought, love moves the heart with the sanity caught, tis food of the gods that the mortals have sought, but love has a life shall it all come to nought. As she pierces with her dart.... Love moves the tide of man as it does the moon, love comes to all in it's silent cocoon, tis the food of the gods to make the mortals swoon, and the earth has her arms wrapped around us filling us with her tune, for it is in loves universe that we are a part....


(FOOL)

The dream will fade, and leave nothing but a shade, and I will admit to being just a little afraid.


(DEVIL)

The hounds of hell have broken their chains, the dark one watches as it scrambles your brains. The hounds of hell are snapping at your toes, and the dark one watches as your fear grows. The gates of hell are like a mouth open wide, the dark one watches as your soul is dragged inside. The gates of hell are surrounded by a pit of flame, the dark one watches as on a rock he carves your name.


(MAGICIAN)

Do you dream.... do you laugh... do you cry.... and can you love without ever asking why.... Do you think... do you whisper... do you shout.... and do you question all the things you cannot do without.... Do you see... do you know.... do you feel.... and can you acknowledge that what you have is real.... Do you dream.... do you plan.... do you create... If you do these things then you must know your fate.


(FOOL)

My soul it has travelled long, and I have listened to the silent song... My soul it has travelled far, but on my psyche there is a scar.... I have seen so many worlds go by, and as each one passes it brings a tear to my eye... My soul it has travelled wide, and my body in many ways has died...


(DEVIL)

The hound of darkness is screaming for release and all the nightmare is so carefully displayed, as the pit of hell waits for the mortals blood and life is constantly replayed. The well of despair is open wide as the soul of man dances on the twisted blade, for the master walks with a hammer and a spade. The hammer is for the mortal soul, that must be beaten into control. It beats against the heart and it beats against the head, beats your body black and blue and leaves you for dead. The spade is for your mortal remains, as the bloated worms eat their way into your brains. The spade digs a supernatural tomb, your soul and body gone, you are here trapped in Amalans eternal zone.


(NARRATOR)

Welcome to the kingdom of the dead, your warrant has been signed. And know everything you said, in that second before you lose your mind.


(MAGICIAN)

The prophet has talked in tongues, but no one listens to the words that the soul when awake shall hear... and it will be obeyed.... The prophet has opened the mind, and so has walked alone on the water of man.... and is dancing on the blade... The prophet has quietly spoken, if you hear then you can be blessed, with an immortal soul will you be dressed... as the future so the past decayed.


(FOOL)

As far as the eye can see, only darkness, there before me is a chasm of unknown hells. My mind must travel to worlds unseen as I hear the screams and chant the spells.


(DEVIL)

Listen to the sound of the dead as they rise, that here the darkness will blind your eyes. Listen to the screams that rend the air, that here the darkness shall take you to it's lair.


(FOOL)

Lead me oh wise one, into the scented realm. The fear it has begun, and the nightmare overwhelm. Take me oh one of faith, that I may know the truth. The dream is but a wraith, and a symbol of my youth. Lead me oh one so bright, and fill me with your power. That I may follow the sacred light, and grow the greatest tower. Lead me, take me, to my infinite home, for I am but a ruler upon a fragile throne. Oh please for the hand of fate, to close on this my life. To stand outside the gate, armed with sword, spear and knife. Pleasured by the pain of sorrow, my heart heavy like lead. My heart empty and hollow, and such a heavy weight upon my head. Look at me I am burning, as my body is consumed to the flames. To reality I am now returning, as my soul the darkness claims. Here they come once more, to enter through that unholy door.


(DEVIL)

In all my games, I have many names, but my disguise is always the same,. Some say I have horns, cloven hoofs and a crown of thorns. In all my forms, I ride a thousand storms, with features both cold and warm. And I have a hundred eyes, through which I can see your disguise. And in all your nights, I take a thousand flights, to go from the darkness into the lights. Some say I am blind, but when you die I come into your mind.


(HANGED MAN)

Around the wooden staff, to snakes are encoiled, remember the eternal path, for in the darkness you have toiled. Around the shaft of wood, two snakes are intertwined, and in meanings never understood, is the kundalini at the base of the mind. There is a circle within a square, all inside of a pentagram, both light and darkness you must share, to hold the soul of mortal man. And by invocation will you succeed, an eternal torment for a moments greed.


(DEVIL)

Shrouded in darkness does the dark one stand, a bloody sword and a wand ablaze in his hand. Shrouded in mystery does the secret lie, the immortal source seen through the mortal eye. Shrouded in darkness does the dark one play, see the fiery cauldron and all the mortals pray. Shrouded in silence do the wise ones talk, as on broken limbs they dance and walk.


(MAGICIAN)

All of the future, all of the past, seven runes by magic shall soon be cast. To look at the world, to find where lies, that little creature with the hundred eyes.


(NARRATOR)

You always wonder about the little people and where it is they go. You always question the signs of life but the answers you don't know. They say you are a traveller and you have travelled far and wide. But how does it feel to look at life when your standing on the outside. You always wonder about the world and the way that it will end. You always question the dream of life and the powers that they send. They say you are a wanderer you have roamed so wild and free. But how does it feel to look at life on the outside of reality. You always wonder about the soul and whether it lives or dies. You always question the goal of life and exactly where it lies. They say you are a drifter as you go from stage to stage. But how does it feel to look at life from the seclusion of a cage. You always wonder about the nightmare that leaves you on your own. And you always question the reality of every dream that you have known. They say you are a dreamer whose dream is incomplete. But how does it feel to look at life and to finally know defeat.


(FOOL)

I am a child of the universe, I am a child of the earth and sky. I turn my head towards the light and question the reason why. But I am only one of many people who share this mortal plain. And all with eyes upturned we wait to see the sight again. I am a child of the desolation, I am a child of both sorrow and pain. And all the secrets of the universe are in the dna chain. I am only one of many people born to live and die. And it is in the dream of a dream that will always mystify.


(NARRATOR)

Your trapped inside a spaceship, your trying to get free, there is no one left in the universe who can show to you the key. Your trapped inside a spaceship, your trying to get out, your alone of all your species and trapped inside your doubt. Your trapped inside a capsule, floating in the atmosphere, no matter how hard you try you can never get away from here. Your trapped inside a capsule, and your about to hit the ground. And echoing inside your head is a strange and eerie sound. Your trapped inside a bubble, of your own design. You will never escape the loneliness of the silent mind. Your trapped inside a bubble, so deep within your dream. You are in a silent world where no one can hear you scream. Your trapped inside a thought, and so you wish to believe it, but don't let the darkness destroy it before you achieve it. Your trapped inside a thought, you long to be someone real, for here in this darkness is the prize of your ordeal.



CHAPTER TWO



(1)



(NARRATOR)

Welcome to the night and all that it conveys, welcome to the dream and the nightmare it portrays, and listen to the story of the world as it decays.... And how do you feel? With a life so real, and the dream it has departed... And how will you know? That wherever you go, to you the dream will be imparted.


(FOOL)

Oh hail to you mother, sweet, chaste and fair, let me sit at your breast and drink of juices there. Lost, lonely, all forlorn in the hall of the Fisher King, you are the blinding light that is the centre of everything. Oh hail to you mother, the walls of madness I climb, your faces stare at me filling both my body and my mind. Lost, lonely, all forlorn on the isle of Avalon, take me mother that all my sorrow may be gone. Oh hail to you mother, the font of glory and of love, in peace let me rest, earth below and the sky above. Lost, lonely, all forlorn trapped in a lonely dream, but the stars and the suns will fill me with the light supreme.


( DEATH )

Mortal, come forward, Let me look on your visage, with a slow and mournful step as in a funeral cortege. Draw your life and your defences, as one by one we take your senses. Mortal human let me take your touch... But do not be concerned you are not losing much.


(FOOL)

No.... To have no touch, to not know, to not feel. How would I distinguish what is false and what is real.


( DEATH )

Here I have a flaming torch, this thing you should feel, the heat of the flame, you can see it and you know that it is real. Here have I a fire and yet it does not burn, the meaning of this fire you must learn.


(FOOL)

No touch, in spite of what I am told, everything is strange and impossible to hold. No touch, in spite of what I see, for my soul to grow is this the way it all should be. No touch, no touch...


(NARRATOR)

Mortal wandering through the shades, must beware those creatures with the swinging blades. Mortal wandering in eternal shame, there is no dream it is all part of the game. Mortal wandering the face of the world, slowly climbs the wood where the snakes are curled. Mortal wandering in the depths of despair, has no feeling and so cannot touch the air.


( DEATH )

Mortal come forward, let me look on your visage, with slow and mournful step as in a funeral cortege. Mortal watch, as we take your taste, but do not be concerned it is something you can waste.


(FOOL)

No.... How will I taste what is sweet and what is sour, you cannot do this to me, I need this mortal power.


( DEATH )

Here I have a tray on which is all that you can eat, a smorgasbord of gourmet delights to be your eternal treat. To eat the fruit of life or the darkness will return, to know the how and why, this your soul must learn.


(FOOL)

No taste, and I know that it's a shame, I cannot believe my fate and the feeling of the game. No taste, and I know it's all a dream, my life is falling apart and breaking at the seam. No taste, and how strange everything appears, to lose my second sense has brought on all my fears..


(NARRATOR)

Mortal wandering, through the night, must beware those creatures from the darkened light. Mortal wandering, through the empty plain, sing your song to the nights domain. Mortal wandering, in the depths of despair, sees the food but cannot taste the fair.


( DEATH )

Mortal come forward, let me look on your visage, with slow and mournful step as in a funeral cortege. It is here inside this hell, that you now must lose your sense of smell.


(FOOL)

No..... To have no smell, no that cannot be, how will I know the blossom on the tree.


( DEATH )

Here I have a nice bouquet of a million different flowers, see the petals fall around you in silent crystal showers. The scent of the earth, it is this that your body yearns, and it's meaning this your mind still learns.


(FOOL)

No.... No smell, and the world has all decayed, as the fear and the death do my soul invade. No smell...No aroma to my nose, as out of my body the essence flows. No smell... No beauty and no scent, as my world is starting to fragment.


(NARRATOR)

Mortal wandering, through the silence ignored, must beware those creatures that in the mind are stored. Mortal wandering, through the chasms deep, to know the stones with tears will weep. Mortal wandering, in the eternal realms, the mortal will lose control while the darkness overwhelms. Mortal wandering, in the depths of despair, knows the flowers but cannot get the aroma there.


( DEATH )

Mortal come forward, let me look on your visage, with slow and mournful step as in a funeral cortege. Since we all exist inside your head, you have no need to hear what is being said. Come mortal to face everything your fearing, to here in this world to lose your sense of hearing.


(FOOL)

No.... Not to be able to hear, to live in the silence of the crowd, as the nightmare of my soul wraps me in it's shroud.


( DEATH )

Here I have a cacophony of sounds that should assault your ear, for it is in this world that you exist but your sanity will disappear. To hear the sound of silence, and then it's meaning to discern, to know to dot his thing this your soul must learn.


(FOOL)

No hearing, in a world of silence I live, but in this nightmare my soul is like an open sieve. No hearing, I cannot understand the word, yet into this world of mine has the image been transferred. No hearing... and the world is covered in tears, and oh how strange it is to hear without my ears.


(NARRATOR)

Mortal wandering, down the silent track, there is no world that will take you back. Mortal wandering, in the eternal dark, there is no dream that has left it's mark. Mortal wandering, in the empty mind, this is the truth where you are confined. Mortal wandering in the depths of despair, for here it is you find a special prayer.


( DEATH )

Mortal come forward, let me look on your visage, with slow and mournful step as in a funeral cortege. In this world of the eternal night, we take your last sense, your precious sight.


(FOOL)

No.... Not my sight, to live in a world perpetually dark, to enter the soul of man and on the journey embark.


( DEATH )

Here I have a bell... book... and candle, that will warn you of the end, as all your senses into a bowl we will blend. To see the world without looking, the darkness, and the silence you must yearn, to look without looking this you mortals all must learn.


(FOOL)

No sight, blinding takes the world from me, and I am so scared of losing my reality. No sight, this beautiful world I cannot see, all this dream is playing with my sanity. No sight, only visions inside my head, as down the silent corridors of this mortal world I know my soul has fled.


(NARRATOR)

No touch.... No taste.... No smell.... No hear.... No sight.... how are you now my mortal fool, to lose your senses to the world of the night.


(FOOL)

Oh I once was a ruler in a stately hall, but the darkness came now nothing at all. Memories all put aside and the dream was shattered, to live in a world where nothing really mattered. Oh I once was a ruler of a stately court, in dreams of sharing that have come to nought. Body rendered asunder by the forces divine, to leave me at the mercy of my humble shrine. Oh I once was the ruler of a mythical land, but it was destroyed by the blast of the creatures hand. And all that I have as I grow old, the dreams will keep me company when I am cold. Oh I once was the ruler but no more for now, for the dream has revealed and signed across my brow. It holds me together and ever rests in the corner of my mind, for in dreams do I exist but I leave my soul behind.


(EMPRESS)

Mortal, you must listen to your mother and swear on the blood of your kin, that the darkness shall not get to you, and there to save you from yourself remove your soul from the darkened halls. Mortal, you must listen to your mother and swear on the soil of your grave, that the darkness will not get you, nor will you be a slave, to the barren one who so silent calls.


(EMPEROR)

I am the guardian of the mirror, through which the life is seen, I am the keeper of the secrets, enclosed inside every gene, I am the controller of the world, of every vivid gaudy scene.


(FOOL)

Mother, what is wrong with me, there is a dream that parts my reality. There is a veil over my face, but I seem to know where it is that I go, as the cold winds of change over my body does blow, as my mind with the dream does flow. Mother, what is wrong with me, this world of darkness is all that is left for me. I am surrounded by the raven of fate as she has wrapped me in her wings, to the seed of doom and disaster my sanity still clings, there is a hole in my dreams where my energy springs, and I am here in the service of fiendish things.


(EMPRESS)

To be all alone inside a crowd, to wrap oneself in the silent shroud, to follow the dream in every cloud, and a questing soul with which you are endowed. You must never lose the goal... of the body and the soul... and the dream that will make you whole... To stand outside the devils gate, to know and heed your bodies fate, and all your emotions both small and great, to see your love on a silver plate. You must never lose the dream... of the reason behind the scheme... that the power carries as it's theme.... To stand alone on the barren plain, to let the silence into your brain, for in the darkness you cannot remain, for that single second before you go insane. You must never lose the quest... with which you have been blessed.... call on mother and let the secret be confessed.


(EMPEROR)

Look back on what you have lost, and the price that it cost, as here you go from place to place.... All your senses leave you now, did you ask the why, where and how, and of the truth that you embrace.... Look back on what you can gain, by your senses not being in your brain, and your sanity has only a traceable trace... You must rise above your form, to feel the cold and the warm, as you turn once more to outer space.



CHAPTER THREE



(1)


(NARRATOR)

Look at the world, what do you see, no hope, no heart, no individuality... Look at the world, tell me what can be seen, for the power it resides in the hands of a machine... Where is the laughter, where are the tears, where is the world that's been buried for years, where is the heart, where does it's secret lie, can you look at the dream as a folly in wisdoms eye. Look at the world and what was known, as down into your mind you have been thrown.... Look at the world and what you think you know, does the dreaming always hurt you so... Where is the hatred, and where is the disguise, where is the world that's been covered in lies, where is the soul, where does it's secret hide, can you see the truth that been locked away inside.


( DEATH )

You are the fool, and you have lost your senses, your body and your soul are falling to my defences.


(FOOL)

As I look into this world so dark, and climb aboard the spectral barque, in this dream that has left it's mark, and it is in here that I am in need of a change...
Down the spiral walls of human thought, through mirrored eyes my mind contort, for this world of darkness I have not sought, and the meaning of everything is so strange....
Look at what has happened since I arrived, so strange to have my senses deprived, do I live or die and have I really survived, or does my mind in all it's forms so slow derange...
In this world I am caught inside a prison, trapped and scared of my own little vision, as my mind and my soul are in for a collision, and I am surrounded by creatures of every hue and shade...
It is in this world I am all alone, as all-round me I can hear them moan, and the door to the soul is covered in stone, and I cast my eyes about the darkness displayed...
It is down the darkened halls that my image lies, as dangerous visions assault my eyes, for down this path there lies the prize, and I know that I will never be afraid....
Here I am trapped inside this hell, haunted by the chanting and the spell, my life passes before me but I really cannot tell, and I know that my life will never be the same...
I am taught in society as well as schools, and you learn from the wise as you learn from fools, but could you at least change the rules, or the most the meaning and result of the game...
It is as I travel throughout this world, and climb the wood where the snakes are curled, as into this dream I have been hurled, and I know I am looking for someone to blame.


( DEATH )

Here you are your soul laid bare, darkness impenetrable everywhere, for this is the dream that we now prepare.


(FOOL)

Visions twist inside my mind, and of my soul what do I find, I cannot hear and I am blind. Visions of a place a mortals hell, and here my body is but a shell, I cannot touch and I cannot smell. Visions assault my mortal brains, and my body is held by bloody chains, but this soul of mine is all that remains. Beyond this darkness I know I cannot fall, though they take my senses they cannot have them all, as in the silence I can hear the sirens call.


(NARRATOR)

In the world of dreams, in the world of night, you need no hearing, and you need no sight. In the world of dreams, in the barren waste, you need no feeling you need no taste. In the world of dreams, in your private hell, you need no reality and you need no smell. Oh human, what do you do now, this crazy world gets to you somehow. Oh human, what do you plan, in this silent world we call Amalan. Oh no, this cannot be, to lose your grip on reality.


( DEATH )

Your spirit, your soul, encased in a crystal bowl, and here the dream that you know you can control. Be not afraid, of the world you have made, to know the dream will be constantly displayed. But if you look inside, to see the inner guide, for it is in the dream where the creatures hide. Your mind, your head, are always full of dread, but beware the dream as it slowly spread.




(FOOL)

Look at my world that cannot be seen, the laughter and words all so obscene, and here I am my heart so serene... Look into this world every night, and my soul is lifted to it's greatest height, and my heart is sings songs of pure delight... Look at this world that I cannot know, I have seen it before oh so long ago, and in my heart with a burning love will glow... Look into this world that slowly dies, another version of another disquise, and my heart it speaks and the dream replies.


(NARRATOR)

To quiet reflections in a silent mind.... Introspections of an astral kind.... And living in a world so clearly defined.... To see the omens clearly divined.


(2)

(NARRATOR)

Dreams will call you to go to places beyond... Reflections to which you shall respond... And a reality that is not bound.... To know a secret that can be found.


(FOOL)

Look at this world, I find myself in the dream that I designed. Look at this world, that is within me and haunted by creatures maligned. My body and my soul will never be the same, and I am just a pawn in a cosmic game. Look at this world, my sanity goes in this world I do not deserve. Look at this world, and how it lies before me twisting turning every nerve. I know there is the centre of the flame, as in the universal dream I stake my claim.


(JUDGEMENT)

You seek justice for your deeds, you seek relief from wants and needs, cut your heart and see whether it bleeds. You seek justice from the nightmare, you seek relief from your despair, cut your soul and drain it bare. You seek justice for the unholy night, you seek relief from the black and white, cut your dream and reveal the light.


(STAR)

Lying on a bed of silk and lace, a smile that creeps across a face, and we know the secret of both time and space... Here the story will be told, of journeys brave and journeys bold, that a dream shall come out of the cold, and around your heart it's secret mould.... The fool in here will share, gifts of a universal everywhere, till you saunter by without a care... Here the story of a mortal grave, and of a fool so foolishly brave, to touch the soul of every slave, to do, to be and in doing, so behave.... Learn here the fate of man, crying loudly when the silence began, knowing that truth never runs to plan... The fool is one so strange, whose form in here does shift and change, in a truth that does slow derange, one soul for one dream you will exchange... Your here in the world of dreams, beyond your mortal lands and streams, but do not fear the unearthly screams.... Dancing for joy until the world will end, in all eternity you have an eternal friend, but can you receive the messages we send, that like a reed you must bend.... Here lies the future and the past, and your sanity is sinking fast, in the dream that will for eternity last.... Wear your life like a golden crown, or the night will come and drag you down, and in that fear you will drown, touch the stars my little clown.... Join us on the misty mountainside, let the dream become your guide, and beware those creatures dark and golden eyed... Come with us if you do dare, to enter the dream of a mortal prayer, in a dream that takes you everywhere, for both the light and darkness you must share.


(DEVIL)

Everybody knows why your here, we all know just why you came, everybody sees you are alone, and you allay your soul with someone to blame. But you are the seer, in the dark and the light, as you feel the cold at the centre of the flame. But you are the visionary who can end it all in this morbid little game.


(FOOL)

Mother.... why did you leave me when I needed you the most. Mother.... you haunt my mind like a crazy ghost. Mother.... you are the leech and I am the host. Mother.... why is my soul burning like a fire. Mother... may I ask you what it is that you require. Mother... is all I go through in some way meant to inspire.


(HIGH PRIESTESS)

The line it is drawn, the human we accuse, of a crazy fantasy intended to confuse, that as the die is cast where is the excuse, for this talk of darkness and spiritual taboos... The little passenger is on a voyage obscure, of a crazy fantasy that the soul will endure, to come to the realisation that you are pure, if this is the illness then what is the cure....


(FOOL)

Look at me.... just what do you see? Someone that has control over my mind, is it so wrong, to believe in the song, and yet know that you are blind.


(HIGH PRIESTESS)

This is the new world that waits for you and you know that it can be found, and you know how it feels to have your feet firmly on the ground. You are the carriage... you are the chariot... you are the traveller in every flight. You are the fantasy... you are the imagination.... the victimless victim every mortal night. These are your memories of things you did in your past, and now you know just what it's like to lose your grip so fast. You are the carriole... you are the caravan... you are the traveller in your own machine. You are the fantasy... and you are the glyph.... the spanner within the gene.


(FOOL)

What do you want? What do you do? Layer after layer of my sanity is taken.


( DEATH )

We require, your body on fire. But first we find, the depths of your mind. We want your body on the liquid ice, we leave your body to it's own device. How far are you prepared to go, the answer to this question we must know.


(FOOL)

To know my body, tell me how? I have no senses to bother me now, To know my world, how can that be? When you have taken all of my sanity.


( DEATH )

Look back on what you have done, have you learnt nothing since the journey begun, to look at your self of senses you need none... Remember the world and how it used to be, remember the truth of the things you would see, as the world of dreams becomes the world of reality.... From the edge of your soul, there is no one to guide you, lost in space and time with no one to hide you, and your inner senses always dance beside you.... Do you know you are dying but you cannot be found, in silence your body will be placed in the burial mound, do you know the silence and can you hear the silent sound.


(NARRATOR)

It has to be with all your head, as it is with all your soul, set your sights on the spiritual goal.


(3)

(NARRATOR)

Look with all your eyes and you will see, the truth of the truth reflected in the eternity.


(FOOL)

This is my story and how it was told, of how a youngster can teach one so old... Once upon a time, oh so long ago, there lived a sacred dream that in the silence did grow.... And inside this dream there was a little fire, as the passion grew so the flames got higher.... Also a pool of water, so cool and discrete, see the flame so clearly yet it has no heat... Inside the flame is a golden tower, like the petals of a supernatural flower...


(DEVIL)

I have here an eye that is made of glass, it's a hole in time through which you pass. I have an ear that is made of stone, to hear the seeds that you have sown. I have a mouth made of trees, as all words are broken by the breeze.


( DEATH )

Through the cycle of life and death, the mortals toil in an endless chore. Through the cycle of both heaven and hell, the mortals can open up the door.


(FOOL)

Give to me a little love, a little light from above, shine your on love on one such as me, shine your light to set me free.


(HIGH PRIESTESS)

Come lonely one and look out your door, to see the world as you have never seen it before. Open your soul, to see the world that you can control.


(FOOL)

On the rock of Sion, I did but see the sign, it came down so slowly and settled in my mind. I could not see it clearly, and it's meaning so hard to understand, then I realised, that I was surprised, that I held immortality in the palm of my hand. The wonder, the grandeur, the feeling of peace, then the power flowing through me and in flowing to release, the emotions that now had gone, and I wake from where I had slept on the isle of Avalon. Then as I wiped the cobwebs from my mind, I knew that someone near me was breathing. But then I knew, then I realise, and it comes as no surprise, that the breathing how could I have known it was mine. I saw the vision splendid as it passed my minds eye, and it was like a tapestry, so richly woven that I wanted to reach out and hold that glittering prize, but it cut with a savage blade, the tower of self that I had made. Oh the freedom that starts at the base of the spine, the joy of knowing some secrets will soon be mine. But it only lasted for a second, it disappeared as soon as it arrived, but the power, the freedom, that alone has now survived. On the rock of Sion, I was standing all alone.


(NARRATOR)

Alone in the middle of the universe, no mortal tears shall be shed, but that one shall call, from the broken wall, where the nightmare has it's bed... Alone in the middle of the universe, as the mortal talks of snakes, from the spine it rise, just to blind your eyes, in the form that the spirit takes.... Alone in the middle of the universe, no mortal tears shall you raise, that you will claim, an immortals name, in a curse to last a million days.


(FOOL)

Who killed the spirit of man?.... It was I , said the politician, with my lies, with my corruption.... Who killed the spirit of man?.... It was I , said the woebegone priest, with my dogma, with my slaves.... Who killed the spirit of man?.... It was I, said the scientist, because I look for laws when none should be found... and I look for order in a chaotic universe.... Who killed the spirit of man?.... It was I, said the teacher, because I taught man to look for order, using numbers, using letters.... Did you kill the spirit of man?.... No not I , said the dreamer, for my mind is as fresh as a flower, always open to new experiences.... Did you kill the spirit of man?.... No not I, said the magician, I have led the world to the vast expanse within, that if they are honest they will not shun, but enter with an open heart.... Did you kill the spirit of man?... No not I , said the poet and artist, I can show the world as it is, with beauty, and it's pain, it's glory and it's light... Did you kill the spirit of man?... No not I , said the child, I leave that to the structures of our society..... politicians.... priests.... scientists... and teachers. these creatures destroy the spirit of man before it flowers.


(NARRATOR)

Such delicate meandering, skirting the truth as is your desire, look my little fool for the things that are set higher, you will soar and soar in the passion of you fire. You seek to unlearn what you used to know, look my little fool, trust and you will grow, to be but a fool as a wise fool will show.


(4)


(NARRATOR)

In the universe of order, you are the centre, you are the axis through which the cosmic energy does flow. You stand the centre of the universe and have an eternity still to go. And the light of the stars are there to guide you... In the universe of disorder, you are the extreme, you are of the very edge of each and every theme. As you stand in the light, you find no dream to hide you.


(HIGH PRIESTESS)

Return to the dreams of childhood, hidden from the eyes and ears of an uncaring world, let your soul fly unfettered in the clear open skies of reality. Let all thy worldly goods be scattered to the corners of the mind, let all the secrets unfold in a never ending cascade, and so free the soul that lives at the end of the world.


(POPE)

What have you done? Father... Mother.... What have you done? Sister... Brother... to believe in yourself you will destroy one another. What do you seek? Visionary... Seer.... What do you seek? Friend.... Peer.... this is the destiny of the world that you fear.


(HIGH PRIESTESS)

What did you do when the Phoenix would rise, the gift delivered and burnt into your eyes. And when the Elementals came, did you follow the power of your name.


(POPE)

What did you do when you fought in the war, and what did you see through the open door.... Did you see pain?... Did you see anger?.... Did you see the real reality. What did you do when you saw the darkened face, and what did you see while staring into space,,, Did you see wisdom?.... Did you see truth?... And did you see the power that will set you free.


(FOOL)

I am the dreamer, who dreams alone, trapped in yet another zone, and the night that chills me to the bone.


(MAGICIAN)

Look at the earth, look at the dream, the nightmare is closing fast, are you ready for the truth, and the knowledge that you cast.


(FOOL)

If this is the world, if this is reality, then take the world away from me. As my soul descended, and with the light had blended, as then in rays of colour was it all suspended.


(NARRATOR)

Down the corridor with the mangled halls. The essence of thought on bespectacled walls. Down those lonely days and nights. As they turn on the celestial lights. Down the steps to the ivory tower. Testing your memory to remember your power.


(FOOL)

I am in a city, surrounded by the steel and glass, I am the ruler of the night in this operatic farce. I am but an icon to a slowly dying... petrifying age.. I am but the monarch of a slow revolving... dissolving cage.. I am in a world, where nothing really exists, I am the ruler of the world where nothing persists. I am the golden calf to an idea so frightening.... as lightening broke in two.... I am the smiling face that has grown.... unknown to me or you.


(JUDGEMENT)

You have come to seek justice, you have come to seek relief, to raise your mortal body and question your belief. I have come to take you back, and I have come to take control, for I will have possession of your body and your soul. I am here to heal you, your body I have come to claim, so lay yourself at my feet and tell me who you blame.


(FOOL)

I blame myself and no other, the child is the parent to the mother. I blame myself as no one can, the child is the parent to the man.


(JUDGEMENT)

You have come by here to show your mind, and all that you fear will be left behind. I have witnessed your return to your mortal life, but did you learn the wisdom will cut you like a knife. I have come here to take you away from your mortals bed, with the living no longer stay, and having those dreams inside your head.


(NARRATOR)

Perform the ritual, perform the rites, of the sacred dreams and the enchanted nights. Shed not a tear, nor draw breath, to join the fool in the throes of death. It is in the garden of fools, where the dreams decay, and it is from the walls of sacred schools, where the silent children play.


( DEATH )

A thousand hells have haunted you, a thousand spells have taunted you. In your desire to hold both the moon and sun, your wish to be left alone and hidden away from everyone. The song it ends and now you have been cast, from a tangled future into a fragmented past. You have no shape, you have no form, as you ride above the psychic storm. You are the energy of untainted soul, your body fills the earth and your senses in a bowl. Your body here will lie, until can ask where and why, the soul of man needs no body to fly.


(NARRATOR)

To be all alone in the wilderness, where no one can reach you, to be all alone inside the soul, this the dream will teach you. Your soul will be radiant, glowing with an inner light, your soul will be dreaming, in the ecstasy of flight.



CHAPTER FOUR



(1)

(NARRATOR)

One death, and you beg to be forgiven, for all the things that you have striven. One death, and you think it is the end, yet you say that life is so hard to comprehend. One death, and you will grow, to be the same above as it is below. One death, and you think you know all that you can learn, you are saying nothing when to your body you would long to return.


( DEATH )

Your mortal life is ending, and here the dream that we are sending. This is the dream, this is the quest, but it's not just a dream it's also a test. If your soul succeeds, just before it bleeds, then the glories will be earned.... for then to you, your body and your senses will be returned... But if you fail, then in the spectral jail, for eternity you will be chained... for there your body and your senses will be profaned.


(HIGH PRIESTESS)

On the planet of your soul, lies the quest and the goal... Thirteen trees will guide you, and from the forest of the night hide you... For the moon and the sun, and the world you walk on, are the only truth you know... They will lead you to the grove, that the ancient ones have wove, where the trees do grow.


(WORLD)

I am the blue-green orb on which you all depend, I have nurtured you and watched your form ascend. From the slime, of pre-Cambrian time, to the form that you now take. Your design, is one of mine, but you all refuse to wake. Thirteen epoches I have seen, and in every cell and every gene, are my colours, blue... brown... and green.... That as I live and breath, then so shall you, that as I survive, then so shall you. As you know me now I will not be, in a million years you will find you do not recognise any part of me. Thirteen trees will guide you to see the vision splendid, and I will touch all my children when the memory has been mended.


(SUN)

I am the light, that shows the way, so you can proceed in your journey every day. I am energy encased in a ball of flame, I am the creator of all who play in the game. Epoches come and epoches go, but my glory on you will continue to grow, and the solar winds through you will always blow.


(MOON)

I am the moon, I make you swoon, I control the water, of both the earth and daughter, in it's known regular course. I am the light, that shines at night, I control the mind, of all earthkind, with an astral magnetic force. I am the satellite, that gives you light, I am the lunatic, that makes you sick, until you don't know who you are. I am the glow, that all creatures know, in the world of dreams, and the spiritual machines, and the soul reflected in the star.


(FOOL)

Twisting.... turning.... inside my grave. The dream...... is burning..... to which I slave. The fear... returning.... and I must be brave. I am now.... discerning..... a light within my cave.


(2)

(NARRATOR)

Golden leaves, and the silver Birch, the cathedral and the natural church. Here is the soul for which you do search, the soul like a bird needs it's natural perch.


(BIRCH)

I am the Birch self growing, I am the dream self knowing, I am the bounds that confine, I am the flogging in your shrine. I drive out spirit of the old year, I am the counsel of all that you fear. I am the stag of seven tines, a golden soul with silver vines. After the winter solstice I grow inside your brain, and after shortening I always grow again. The lunar cycle is to be your fate, of days and nights numbering twenty eight. Let us do battle for possession of your soul, and here let the dream take control. Here you are in every mortal phase, trapped inside your spiritual maze. I can see you in every guise, your body gone.... your senses gone... and now your soul prepares for it's demise.


(NARRATOR)

The tree of life, the Rowan, the sceptre and the omen. Quick beam, mountain ash, prophylactic lightning flash.


(ROWAN)

I am the Rowan, the quicken tree, the druids kindle me, invoking spirituality. I am the healer, add years to your being, I am the food of the gods and the life decreeing. I am the witch wand, metal divining, I am the food of the gods on which are mortals dining. I am the blood on the plain, the sacred song and the special chain. Into the corpse drive a Rowan stake, the dead will not move and their souls will not wake. I am the oracle of a fractured mind, and to know a dream in which you are assigned. Here you are in every mortal phase, locked in the dream which reality betrays. I see you now in every guise, the first of four..... the Candlemas... cross quarter days.... when the witches rise.


(NARRATOR)

Here is the Ash, sacred to the world, five golden trees all in silence hurled. When Christianity crushed natural lore, the world lost a dream that all souls hunger for.


(ASH)

I am the Ash, tree of rebirth, I am Yydrasill at the centre of Nordic earth. I am the Norns where justice is delivered, and on the mountains of madness the mortal soul has shivered. I am the oars that you dip into the sea, and the coracle slats are made from me. I am the cruel, to both creature and fool, for whoever stands beneath my shade. No crop will show, where ever I may grow, as if it is cut by a blade. All the letters of the Runes, played by the gods as cosmic tunes. And all the twigs that from me fall, must be built into a sacrificial wall. I am the wind on waters deep, as the soul awakes but the mind is still asleep. Here you are in every phase, ruler of all that the soul surveys. I see you now in every guise, a wooden tower... the sea as power... and an astral flower... that opens for the wise.


(NARRATOR)

Here is the Alder, the sacred tree of Bran, where the fire in his soul and the mortal dreams began. Here is the sacred fire that engulfs the world as one, here is the Alder that burns like a sacred sun.


(ALDER)

I am the Alder, the tree of Bran, of one little dream that never runs to plan. I am the foundation on which the past does lie, I am the sacred form on which you all rely. I am one of three around Calypso's cave, I am the caller to dreams resplendent, I am the calmness that resides in every wave. From me there comes three things that mortals often prize, from bark, flower, and twig, three freshly gathered dyes. These form of one the holy Trinity, As fire from the sun, earth from the soil, and water from the sea. I am the shining tears of the sun, I am the end of life before it's begun. Here the blood stained monarch, here the fairy clad in green, and here the ghost house, through which the light is seen. Here is the world of winter, waiting for the spring, here is the astral boat of which heavenly choirs sing. To the goddess I am born, to the goddess do I die, it is in the bottom of your soul where all your dreams do lie. Here you are in every mortal phase, the fire of the soul is in eternal blaze. I see you now in every mortal guise, to say you are free.... to only ever be... that you are what you see... and what you see never really applies.


(NARRATOR)

Here is the Willow, weeping tears of leaves, for the lost dream this is why it grieves. Here is the Willow, personification of the dead, here lies the dream through which all time has fled.


(WILLOW)

I am the Willow, the sacred tree, of both Hera and Hecate. I am the witches rites in all their ghastly forms, I am the scent of dreams pervading all the storms. I am the wise one, with a broom made of Willow, as a Druidic sacrifice and the stones as a pillow. I am the sacred Helicon, where the Muses reside, I am the guardian of the darkness that here is to be your guide. I am the sacred Moon as she wax and wane, to love of dew and moisture I by waterway remain. I am she of morning face where civilisation rose, I am the clothing of the soul, that in dreams will decompose. I am the eagle and the Hawk, I am the silent wind of time that within you can talk. Here you are in every mortal phase, look within your soul with an introspective gaze. I see you now in every mortal guise, the astral bird.... carries the word.... that life is so absurd.... and the dream it sighs.


(NARRATOR)

Here is the Hawthorn, the tree of the darkened soul, forced to wear old clothes with the Hawthorn in control. Here is the Hawthorn, sexual congress left behind, so save yourself from the tree of death with it's horrors so maligned.


(HAWTHORN)

I am the Hawthorn, the tree of Mors, I am the wild night on tempestuous shores. Cleanse yourself in the purification rite, ritual clothed radiance in a gown of light. I am the guardian of the world, the White Goddess and the Black Knight. With five Hawthorn torches the priests will guide, as the concubines of time become the devils bride. So clean all the statues, clean all the icons, turn away the crowd, for no prayers are to be offered in or around my shrine will ever be allowed. To cut the Hawthorn in it's month of bloom, is to toy with fate and so seal your doom. But mourn in silence, dress in bloody rags, chastity is now in force. Around the maypole we go, to catch a Hawthorn blossom on the back of a virgin horse. Among the flowers I am fair, the perfect jewel for a maidens hair. I am the blossom of femineity, I am the door as well as the key. I am both the blossom and the flower, I am the centre of your tower, as you are the sunlight so I am the shower. Here you are in every mortal phase, as all the souls flower in a million bouquets. I see you now in every mortal guise, the wall.... must fall.... so must we all.... and the dream alone it cries.


(NARRATOR)

Here is the sacred Oak, the tree of Zeus and Heracles, here is the Oak King killed to satisfy the plaintive pleas. Here is the Oak King killed on a midsummer morn, as two children come into the world, one is alive, but the other is stillborn.


(OAK)

I am the sacred Oak, the door to the world of dreams, the door to the halls of madness, the door to home and hearth. As my branches rise into the air, so my roots go deep into the earth, I am the keeper of the sacred path. My rule is in heaven as well as hell, I am the oracle, so the future I can foretell. I am the Oak god Jupiter, I am the Oak King burned alive, I am the sacred wake that he Oak King will survive. I am the two headed Janus, to both the future and the past, I look at the world, as the gatekeeper, the guardian, to see how the die is cast. The door and the mirror open to unknown views, multitudinal worlds brimming with a hundred clues. I am the sacred Oak, the god who sets the head aflame with smoke. I am the tree stump, and I am the shovel, bow down before me and let me watch you grovel. The door is shut never to be reviewed, for what lies behind it can never be misconstrued. The door will open if you have eyes to see, in a dream beyond a dream and a reality beyond reality. Here you are in every mortal phase, to the world of dreams offer your praise. I see you now in every mortal guise, to close the door.... to the message on the floor.... then to do your menial chore.... no matter what the dreams disguise.


(NARRATOR)

Here is the Holly, sacred tree to the Knight in green, this powerful giant, whose club for miles could be seen. The Oak and the Holly fight in a never ending war, Until the world itself will end. The Oak and the Holly will here so implore, it is like a battle of the soul that you must comprehend.


(HOLLY)

I am the Holly, the rising of the sun, the running of the dear. I am the holy tree, in the blood red scarlet of the immortal cavalier. The purity of my flower. The bitterness of my berry. I am sacred to the Furies. The sword of Glastonbury... The sword of Damocles.... But have I here, a sacred wand and a bloody spear. And here I rise, to taunt your soul with fortunes prize. Here is a cross made of wood, made of roses, to crucify the fool and in the folly life encloses. Here the blood that falls, in continuous squalls, leaves it's message on the tear stained walls. I am the sword that waits to take you, I am the holy soldier wielding the sword of destruction, I am the hidden force of darkness that will wake you, to be a builder in your own construction. I am the Wild Stag, I am the Wild Boar, I am the sacred one to wash upon a shore. Here you are in every mortal phase, as you share the love of life, you know that it decays. I see you now in every mortal guise, just to pray... so you can play... both tonight and today.... to find that life is really no surprise.


(NARRATOR)

Here is the Hazel, the tree of wisdom, a sweet enclosed in a small hard shell. Nine Hazels in a ring, produced flower and fruit at a place called Conlan's Well. With beauty and wisdom is everyone endowed. To eat the fruit of the Hazel, with divine wisdom you will be crowned.


(HAZEL)

I am the Hazel, the tree of wisdom, the tree of beauty. The Hazel forked, divining, for finding what you seek to see. Hidden water.... Hidden treasure.... Guilty persons by ways and means obscure. The nine Muses on Helicon sit, dispensing truth and sacred wit. Nine years in a mortals field, will my flowers blossom and my fruit I yield. Nine aeons to follow the fate of fools, nine tears to mix in little pools. To make as one who cannot be seen, carry a Hazel rod a fathom and half long, with the Hazel twigs all green. But as well as light and grace, I have a darker more destructive face. A poisonous milk I drip, bare of leaves I sit, as the Vulture and the Raven fortunes wisdom both transmit. I am the Hazel wand inscribed with both sign and verse, I am the arbiter of all matters serene and perverse. I am the Salmon in the pool beauty and elegance... I am the wisdom of the fool who in worldly goods extravagance....I am both the door and tool to mystery and intelligence.... Here you are in every mortal phase, to look at the world and all of it's displays. I see you now in every mortal guise, forget.... the net.... of mystical roulette..... as only the structure now applies.


(NARRATOR)

Here is the Vine, sacred of Bacchus, the god of wine. Loosened tongues, and the speaking slurred, intoxicated by the wine of love this should be preferred.


(VINE)

Here I am the golden Vine, as in the temple of Osiris flows the eternal wine. The bramble... the briar... the mortals juice with the immortals fire. Green berry, red berry, white berry, black.... Sidewards, backwards, downwards, upward track.... From the crown of thorns to the bloody cross, fortunes greed is natures loss. In the vintage, the autumn of both life and soul, in the wine of poetic licence to let the spirit take control. For the fairies and other woodland folk have imbued it with their blood. See the spotted snake upon the hill, I am the fount of Helicon, in which the mortal, with immortal glories can fulfil.... Inebriation.... inspiration.... that the poet will reply with skill. Here you are in every mortal phase, here is the drink that the dream erase. I see you now in every mortal guise, but the crone.... is on the throne.... of both blood and stone.... and this tot urn a fool into one so wise.


(NARRATOR)

Here is the Ivy, climbing steepled walls, over many years creeping along it crawls. It is the tree of resurrection, because it does in spirals grow, To the halls of Osiris, and the changes it does now undergo. It is the season of dancing in orgiastic rites, to drink the nectar of the gods and so journey in never ending flights.


(IVY)

Here I am the sacred Ivy, the Bacchic rites of Thrace and Thessaly. Brassarids dancing to the throne of Ariadne. Flower uprising, toadstool uprising, Under Birch and under Pine, ambrosia comes from thine. The son of Alpha and the daughter of Omega, the battle lines clearly drawn, as a battle of the sexes is a danger to those not yet born. The last sheath, tied with Ivy, and given to the farmer last, so all next year he suffers drought, flood and blast. If I be found around a tree, then I take it's life gradually. The Saturnalia, and the Yuletide, Let the Holly take the Ivy bride. I am the ruthless boar down in the dark dank mine, I am the bread of revelry and a cousin to the Vine, yet all the dreams are here as part of a grand design. Here you are in every mortal phase, in the birth of the sun in it's bountiful rays. I see you now in every mortal guise, Just to persecute.... the little substitute.... who is blind, deaf and mute.... but can still go into the skies.


(NARRATOR)

Here is the Whitten and the Reed, the sacred hope of the sacred seed. By the waterway, and by the sea, It is a secret of the gods in it's reflected mortality.


(REED)

I am the sacred Reed, by waterways on silt and sand I feed, and in my life I perform many a mortals need. In the bull rushes was Moses set adrift, and to the Pharaohs I was a special gift. Sceptres and wands, but look the sacred staff, as around the lake of sadness the lonely Sirens laugh. I am the hollow Reed that lives on the mossy bank, I far prefer those places dark and dank, and I live inside the darkness trapped on every flank. From the deepest depths of the sea, I am the sound that terrifies thee. I am the wave on the pebbled beach, I am the fear that haunts you but you cannot reach. The mortal has no seat, the house is not complete, until the roof of the soul is built. For no human nor no house can so be raised if based on guilt. Here you are in every mortal phase, your naked heart Anubis holds and weighs. I see you now in every mortal guise, just to wake.... within the lake..... to know it all could be a big mistake.... for as your soul lives it also dies.


(NARRATOR)

Here is the Elder, the thirteenth tree to be found, all twelve for the fool form a circle round, like the hours on a clock, all evenly spaced apart, as it links into the weary head and the heavy heart. The Elder is in the centre, where the soul of the fool does reside, then it all connects branches and roots with the fool still inside.


(ELDER)

I am the Elder, witches tree. Elder sticks all bound together, can carry a witch in clear or stormy weather. With my flowers I can cure, illness and disease obscure. I am the Elder, the tree of death, the crucifixion wood. to burn my logs brings the demons to your neighbourhood. I am the White Goddess, the immortals name, the eternal fire and the sacred flame. Here you are in every mortal phase, as the dream of life so slowly decays. I see you now in every mortal guise, to know the end... and then comprehend.... you are but a fool my friend... and as a fool you must become so wise.


(NARRATOR)

Silence settled on the group, and they chanted the words from the primeval soup. That in the worlds deep vast void, that the earth was created so it could be destroyed. And all the powers that you seek, to find the strength within but yet it leaves you weak. From the darkness you will arise, to be more aware and see the world with inward looking eyes. To look within then without, as the dream is so cast into doubt. And silence settled on the very last one, and a child crawled out from the birth of a sun, and there in the darkness a little light has begun.





CHAPTER FIVE


(1)

(NARRATOR)

Watch the little people dancing in their costumes, they appear together but sit in empty rooms, and all the fantasies are in separate blooms. They are dressed in patches and rags... Watch the little people in their plastic smiles, so all together in the latest styles, and they prance around like geriatric juveniles. In the perpetual line of drags... Watch the little people as they play in their games, they move and glide to stake their claims, and how like fools they have no names. And they salute non existent flags.


(FOOL)

She is rare, the ruler of the earth... She is sacred, of divine and perfect birth.... She is beauty, of the earth and moon and sun.... She is mother, to each and everyone.... And she alone of all earths jewels, will teach the wisdom to a thousand fools.


(WHEEL OF FORTUNE)

Where is the ancient one, the one of whom we dare not speak... Where is the ancient one, the one we are not supposed to seek.... What turned you wise and strong, can turn you foolish and weak. Where is the ancient one, the one who lies in the mind.... Where is the ancient one, whose energy we cannot find.... What gave you wisdom will forever leave you blind.


(FOOL)

I am the dragon lord, and I live on a mountain steep, since the dreamers age I have been in eternal sleep. Rainbow serpent, cosmic snake... silver slumber, golden wake.... I am the dragon lord, lying on a cache of gems and gold, since the world of magic, I am neither young nor old. Reptilian scale, gossamer wing..... virganic maidens my glory sing.... I am the dragon lord, returned from days of yore, for here the world of dreams will be installed once more. Lonely souls, search and seek.... the golden age, they cannot speak... I am the dragon lord, and I breathe the eternal flame, as in my minds eye the fire burns my name. Standing stones, all blood red.... my mortal soul, will soon lay dead.... I am the dragon lord, astride a golden dragon in the ecstasy of flight, I am the body of the soul, destroyed and broken in a mere mortals fight. I am the dragon lord, crushed and broken limbed, and my blood stains the gold, but I am the spirit of freedom that in many songs must be told. I am the dragon lord, and I am here as mortal no more, I am part of the dreams that all souls hunger for.


(WHEEL OF FORTUNE)

Come aboard for one last flight, in the mortals realm you are immortal light. One last journey as you go beyond the door, one last chance for you to explore. In the world of shadows that play upon the wall, this is the truth that the mirror will recall.


(HIGH PRIESTESS)

In this world there are many sights.... to the lonely days and the tragic nights.... but something is wrong with the city of lights. In this world there have been many times... with lonely days in barren climes.... and humanity pays for humanities crimes. In this world there are many souls... trapped and alone in their invisible goals... they all wait to discover their roles.


(NARRATOR)

Now see your script with the instructions on the side, and here is the costume in which your body you hide, but do you feel as you really feel inside. Here is the lighting and the setting of each scene, this is your power to be the ghost in the machine, but the story of your foolishness is enclosed in every gene.


( DEATH )

Mortal human, you are still in the nether-land, by the masters magic skill do you understand. How you so loved your mortal form, and how you tried to rise above the storm, and it was weaved by your own hand.


(FOOL)

I am here standing on a sacred place, to witness the death of a dying race, and the old ones have a smile on their face, to know I am not the only traveller in time and space, and I accept my dream of the nights embrace. I am on this spot where the blood was smeared, and like a tree, to the ground I have adhered, to worship the sleeping ones before they disappeared, as in the forest of the night my senses have been reared, and the patriarchal monarchy has been tortured and speared. I am here and I am trying to achieve, what I know to be false and yet what I believe, for the loss of the old ones I will grieve, and trust to the reality that I know I receive, through the mists of time that the sleeping ones weave. I have wandered around here, and I have patrolled, the borders of truth that the old ones told, and heeded the story not spoken since the days of old, to find the silver and follow the gold, yet is this why I am always hidden and in the cold. I was standing on a crack of the worlds eternal doom, I was lonely and silent in the empty room, but in this place an exquisite flower is in bloom, yet the darkness is both a highway and a womb, and strange I feel I am trapped within a tomb.


(TEMPERANCE)

Together I am one... together I am whole.... never can I live in a divided soul. In the well of loneliness..... in the well of despair.... seven times descended and you share what is there. In the well of peace... in the well of love.... seven times ascended to join the below to the above.


(NARRATOR)

In the bosom of the earth, and in the womb of the soil, the gift of eternity wait the fool to toil. In one hand a crown of riches galore, in the other hand a crystal tower, it's eternal secrets explore, and the meaning to devour.


(MAGICIAN)

Across the silent land... does a lonely tower stand.... and as it breaks it falls apart. In the fools mortal shell.... there is an empty well.... as cold and as dark as a wisdomless heart.


(HIGH PRIESTESS)

You are marked in the manner of a beast, look yonder, from the east, you will take a supernatural feast, with a wizened wizard and a placid priest.


(PRIEST)

Welcome my child, to the domain of the soul, where the glory of this world can take it's toll, you are but a fool wanting to be whole. Welcome my child, to the world of trance, where with the light you can dance, you are but a fool caught by mere chance.


(WIZARD)

Welcome my child, to the domain of Amalan, where the glory rests upon your hand, you are but a fool and yet do not understand. Welcome my child, to the land of eternal sleep, join in with others and the vigil keep, you are but a fool of the consequences you reap.


(FOOL)

Why am I here? What do I do? When the tower falls and I am broken in two. One of truth and one of lie, can one of one become one of two. I stand on the edge of an abyss, and I look into the precipice, that here has become a well, to touch the loneliness of every individual. I stand at the bottom of a bottomless pit, as my world shakes and my reality does split.


(PRIEST)

Look at what you are doing, and the quest you are pursuing. Know the fate of fools as the web is slowly spun, and the reason is rising and setting with the sun, you are but a fool caught the foolish one. Look here a golden light, shall cover the sight. Know the truth of the fates so decreeing, no one looks where they are seeing, to do as well as simply being.


(WIZARD)

In every place that you have been, and in everything you have seen. You fate in the quest of souls has been ordained, and compare what you lost to the powers that you gained, you are a fool but as a fool you are not contained. You are here surrounded by a flame, whose beauty you cannot name. You feel what you think you feel but it is not complete, You are but a fool caught by your own deceit, you seek a truth that must make you discrete.


(FOOL)

I have no form..... to now survive the storm... and I feel I am near to the end. But here in my song.... what else can go wrong.... as my world I prepare to defend.


( DEATH )

Ha....Ha.... My little mortal, for the third and final time, I have come to take you to this world of mine. Your senses.... your body.... and now your very soul, are held by me in the sacred scroll. And although you are condemned, for an eternity to spend, on this never ending quest. But yet enjoy the feast, with the wizard and the priest, you are entitled to a rest. But do not be concerned you will simply fade from view, but if you are asleep you may miss the hidden clue. But if you are awake then the truth will open up for you.


(NARRATOR)

The feast.... the repast.... time is slow and fast... that oh so soon it came to be. That the fool is free.... to do what is there to be... caught in the dream between here and reality.



Click here for the conclusion of AMALAN!!





©  COPYRIGHT 1987-2001 BRIAN RHODES

COPYRIGHT REGISTERED

PUBLISHED BY BRIAN RHODES PUBLISHING 1987

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.


©  2001 Impressions Unlimited Productions
For Webpage Design and ALL HTML source programming