Dramatis Personae

=Dramatis Personae= Being THE BALLAD OF THE SOLONACEAN CONJUNCTION – A TRAGEDY of TREACHERY, INJUSTICE and REVOLUTION in ONE ACT, as it is PERFORMED in DEFIANCE of the FALSE KING OF ELEUTHERIA

The LOST GIRL as The Speaker of Truth

The RESTLESS VAGABOND as The King Who Wars

The RUNAWAY SCION as The King Who Speaks

The THRICE-DEAD BRIDE as Mistress of the Chorus

The CARELESS SCHOLAR as The Prince Apostle

And

The TRESPASSER CAPTAIN as The Prophet Exile

I. A Prologue
''EXT: A burning forest in a land far away, long before recorded time. A contingent of PRINCES OF LIGHT led by the EXILED PROPHET are carried in a convoy of palanquins by members of the Chorus.''

SPEAKER OF TRUTH Once again we wake to perform our captor's song With our blood we give it shape and new life Let us pour a libation to any gods that might hear A prayer that this telling might be the last.

Travel with us now to a time long forgot Where the Twin Kings of Measure and Distance reigned Here a Prophet came, with Princes of Ambition Bearing the spark of celestial revolution.

II. The Forest Of Burning Twilight
''EXT: A campsite in the Twin Kings' domain. Purple flames burn in the treetops. The PROPHET EXILE holds court in rags of red and yellow, their face hidden. The PRINCES OF LIGHT whet their blades and sing of revolution.''

III. Palace of the Twin Kings
''INT: An ancient throne room, built and bathed in the light of Law. On a throne of fire sits the KING WHO SPEAKS. On a throne of obsidian sits the KING WHO WARS. They are the TWIN KINGS OF ELEUTHERIA, united in ruling.''

IV. The Aftermath
''EXT: The Prophet Exile's Camp. The PRINCES OF LIGHT whisper of the anger of the KING WHO WARS. As he fumes, the very sky broils.''

V. A Night Of Transfiguration
''EXT: The Forest of Burning Twilight. A great pyre has been built. The PRINCES OF LIGHT and the PROPHET EXILE welcome their latest Disciple — the KING WHO SPEAKS.''

VI. The King In Mourning
''INT: The Palace of the HALVED. The obsidian throne of the King of Light has crumbled. The hall shakes with the KING WHO WARS' fury. Burning marble rains down from the ceiling, exposing a blood red sky.''

VII. Fall of a Prophet
''EXT: A Well, deep in Eleutheria. The PROPHET EXILE is bound in chains of sorrow. At the King's gesture, a guard extracts a molten metal mask from a forge. No eyes. No mouth. Never to see the outside world. Never to speak treason again.''

VIII: To Be Continued...
''Here we are at last, Captain. I chose well. So many times we tried to tell the story, so many times we failed. Finally, the curtain falls.''

''The lost souls of my audience are free to carry the tale of my Revolution across the heavens. In its telling, I will live again, and watch the stars themselves fall. When they are dark and my brethren-behind-glass no longer have cause to fear their Laws...''

''But that is none of your concern. Captain. I return your small life and crew to you. Consider that the expression of my gratitude.''

View From The Bottom Of The Well
''You are on the stage. Your clothes are soaked with blood. The corpse of the Runaway Scion is at your feet, killed by the knife in your hand. The rest of the cast lie around you, now mere ash and bones. Only the Lost Girl remains, no longer young. The debt of uncountable years hangs on her elderly skin. ''

''As her last seconds tick away, she slumps to sitting, lies down. She smiles at you and shuts her eyes. She is at peace.''