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Welcome!
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Tonight! Tonight!
This hour for so long a mere notion
foretold only in the clocks motion!
I’ve awaited eagerly
and with bated breath
the occasion of this soirée,
and a life without the pangs
and the dripping fangs
of the Red Death.
I hereby replace my angst
with my sincerest thanks
to you,
the haunts of this hall.
Yes to you!
My guests,
a ball!
A ball to stave off the plague of a lonesome winter's throes
of dancelessness, of sobriety, and of woes.
Those pests!
Those cold agents of rest!
And of life’s sprouting kernels,
those thieving hungry crows.
Yes,
let our red be red that fills the cheek
in passion and in lustful hue
and not leave its stain
upon our cheeks
in blood
and in rue.
No, tonight...
tonight let revelry commence!
I open my doors to you
my lovers
my kinsmen
my friends.
And now, a toast!
A toast.
"To your health,
a pocket of wealth,
and a ring finger laden with stone.
And though your bough be empty of apple
may your heart not winter alone!"
Cheers!
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They say that temples of blood will rot
and temples of bone will bend,
that temples of stone will break and fall
and that temples of wood will rend.
So dress your temple of ghost
in tapestry of jewel and feather
to build yourself a temple
that might survive forever.
For I offered so much my loves,
so much I gave to you.
Some meat,
a feast,
red apples and stew.
A tipple,
a lover
or two!
You see outside these doors is agony true.
So I opened this house,
these rooms,
these arms,
these views..
I opened my kingdom to you!
But I blush now.
Cheeks red with, I trust it is embarrassment and fury.
Broken unfairly was the sanctity of this sanctuary
by some unwanted
and unknown guest.
But how?
How?
A tramp I’m sure
from the street outside
playing a sick joke
in their red cloak.
Their stench of decay
more poor hygiene than plague.
Why, no spectral image at all!
Surely it is their gauntness that haunts us all!
Guards!
Seize them!
Away them from these halls!
But lo..
But lo...
My guests....
It's time for me to rest.
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3. |
A Plague Settles In
03:12
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oh!
How dismal.
How drab.
How positively obscene now,
this world once so verdant,
so vital,
so green.
Spent!
Rent!
Our green usurped now by red.
Our living now replaced by the dead.
Eye’s once gazed upon dotingly as a joyful flood
now flow over and over with blood.
While the peasants and plebes
unpleasantly bleed,
their scourge
- a pale exhausted wisp of breath
like ectoplasmic purge -
writhes free of their lungs,
across their swollen tongues.
Their hums
soften
as satin in coffins.
Brother, I see your arm empty since last we dined;
A tattered ribbon hangs where the ties once did bind.
And you, sister, once white-clad for your wedding in spring;
your vows now echo as a dirge that you sing.
So many of us passing
from summer unto fall
as crops whither and worms start to crawl.
Be us mere hollow trees toppled by icy breeze.
It's best to settle in here, you see,
for you can’t leave.
No, you can't leave...
...see the doors are locked and I alone hold the keys...
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The No Ring Circus Orchestra New York, New York
The No Ring Circus is focused on the avant-garde fusion of theatre with ritual, circus, and kink, using sideshow and traditional circus skills to tell a theatrical story, and not just as an accessory to one. We seek to rethink sideshow and circus skills outside of their niche and present them to a wider audience as intrinsic elements of our stories, not tokens. ... more
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