Sorry guys, I got distracted reading a book (that happens occasionally) but I’m working on the next Collision Course again.
In the mean time, I thought I’d share this with you. Wrote it last year just about this time, and it’s a Shakespereanized* version of one of my favorite web series: Red vs Blue, Episode 1 (contains foul language)
*note: I’m hardly a Shakespeare scholar, so it’s probably very bastardized version of it, but close enough. 😉
Hope you enjoy, and CCIII will be along in the next day or two!
CRIMSON OPPOSING AZURE: ACT I, SCENE 1
[CRIMSON KEEP, DAY]
Pray, do attend!
You have my ear.
Have ever in your musings sought how we
Did come to be now in this place and time?
Tis of the ineffable mysteries.
How did we come hither? Be we the end
Of some unknown cosmic happenstance? Or
Whether by act of heaven’s vigilance
And purposed play to strut upon life’s stage?
I know not, but such steals even my sleep.
Pardon? I speak to our unfortunate
Abode in this vale!
I have erred indeed.
Why waxeth thee so upon the good Lord?
Wish thee to discuss it further?
Trouble not thyself.
Yea, quite so.
But in earnest, what fate settled us thus?
Tis naught but a vale with neither inroad
nor out, set with no import of placement.
And our keep here is but a balance to
the Azure’s encampment yonder, yet e’en
distant fort is but an echo of our
As always in times of conflict betwixt.
Nay, heed me, for even if we by this
Very night were to away from this place,
What then but two forts within this vale would
Be in their holding, still of no import.
What ineffectual gaiety then?
Upon my query lend aid! For I did
Enlist with sole of purpose but to fight
The foreigner, yet find instead the foe
To be of azured hue.
Prithee, what of yonder gentlemen?
What say you?
Said I, what now of yonder gentlemen?
Angels and ministers of grace, inquire
No more of such things!
The gift of far-sight be with you alone,
I have no such aid! Beseech me not to
Hold my tongue for I shall not hold my sword-
Heed well, for they are but in deep discourse,
E’en as was ever so! Thus they were of
Half a fortnight passed, and thus they were still
Even when last you inquired not yet these
Five minutes passed! Attend, therefore, when next
You pray, ‘what now of yonder gentlemen?’
That they still shall be in discourse, and thus
They still shall be unmoving as ever!
Of what matter be their discourse?
Like poison to my blood, thou art.
[CRIMSON KEEP, DAY]
Our talents are but wasted here. Know they
Not that there are greater discoveries
Of place and peoples we can instead war?
Tis even as you say! Thus should we lead.
Eunuchs! Come hither!
Fie upon me!
Yea! We come.