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PRINCE MANOR
Robin
Vinci, LA
The Sirenʼs Moat
October 31st, 2014
Time: 5:30 AM
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(Out, out damned spot).
There is a red door.
I see it every night.
Do you see it?
A red door.
Just over there.
(Out I say).
The red door in the red room.
No, I donʼt see it.
Look closer. Itʼs just over there.
A red door.
I see it.
(Out, out damned spot).
The red door in the red room,
leads to a red hell.
Hell is murky, minha querida;
Murky and dark.
It smells of blood.
Sweet blood, red blood, yes.
I see it every night, the red door.
My hands are red now. Are yours?
Yes. Nothing can sweeten this red.
All the perfumes of Arabia,
will not sweeten this little hand.
(Out, out I say).
Our hands will never be clean.
Why must we clean them?
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown;
Look not so pale, minha querida.
Whatʼs done must be done;
What will be done will be done.
There is a red door.
I see it every night.
Do you see it?
A red door.
Just over there.
Do you have your knife?
Why do I need a knife?
To bed, minha querida, to bed.
A red door.
I see it every night.
Do you see it?
I sleepwalk,
I hold his hand,
I drift.
I came see him again.
No, you canʼt.
A red door.
Just over there.
The red door in the red room.
No, I donʼt see it.
Look closer. Itʼs just over there.
A red door.
I see it.
Please, you must see it too.
Give me, the burden.
Give me, the pain.
A penny for your soul.
And Iʼll swallow the shame.
In the darkness, we eat their heirs.
No, I want to go to the red door.
In the night, we starve their flesh.
No, look closer. Itʼs just over there.
You decay and wither. A bride no longer.
Flesh-and-bone. The boy is there.
Give me, the burden.
Give me, the pain.
A penny for your soul.
And Iʼll swallow the shame.
There is a red door.
I see it every night.
Do you see it?
A red door.
Just over there.
Please, you have to see it.
Open your eyes, minha querida.
Virgil is awake.
He will come for your son.
Grab your knife.
To bed, to bed, to bed.
Open your eyes, minha querida.
Open your eyes, Robin!
Mami.
(OUT DAMNED SPOT,
OUT I SAY!)
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Our Dark Prince (The Scottish Play)
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