Act 3: Eclipse

Act 3: Eclipse is a ritual in Chapter 2 of Sucker for Love: First Date.
== What to do ==
*Lights must be off (besides open window) and must perform inside
*Drag the line
== Content of the act ==
HOST (enters wearing robes and mask): 
Damn the night! And morrow scornful! Wicked morning unremorseful! 
Why tonight must I be mournful for ambitions unfulfilled. 
After all my preparations, all the daylights I have killed, 
Why is it us only still? 
Oh -- Why're my wishes unfulfilled? 
KING(enters Disguised): 
Hohohoho! Why so livid? It's your actions that permitted 
this result truly befitted to a hunger such as thine 
Know your greed is grave and tomb and crypt in which you die 
It's within your grease you fry. 
Dearest host, the end is nigh.
HOST:
Wretched guest, you've come to mock me? For bemusement thou wast hawking 
And so in the town you stalked me to watch my schemes full apart? 
Strip thy mask, apologize, then hastily depart 
Leave thee just my broken heart. 
Leave naught else in whole or part.
KING (removes Disguise): 
I wear no mash, now witness, for it was thee who hast permit this 
golden guest to oven the dimness of the city of Yhtil. 
Lo, for I'm the King in Yellow whose long shadow's on Yhtil. 
And whose shadow you're in still
Dark as death now is Yhtil
(KING fatally injures the HOST)
HOST: 
FOH! Draw thy blade from mine contusion-- my life reaches its conclusion, 
Cruelty matched by your delusion, That you truly are the King. 
Yes--! You would have granted all my wishes, not forsaken me. 
If indeed you were the king. 
Why would you have murdered me?
KING: 
But I've granted all your wishes, I'm afraid I disagree. 
All alone, you are with all of your remaining family, 
and as vision turns to darkness, you have claim to all you see, 
and you'll wear that mash and robe the rest of all your life indeed,
KING:
--and the strong will fall to illness, haunt Yhtil with cryptlike stillness, 
and none left alive to witness, my ascension to Yhtil, 
and From the catacombs shall spill thee cries of innocent laid still-ly 
Heard from lady and from smithy, and from throne to peasant mill, 
Cries unprecedented in the history of Yhtil 
--Wails unlike there'll ever be again in dark Yhtil 
That your invitation's quill, 
brought the king to black Yhtil. 
(HOST expires.) 
(Last verse kills audience.) 
(KING exits) 
(Re-cast the role of HOST, begin the play anew.)
Category:Rituals