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Posted On Friday, October 30th, 2009

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Jessica imediately drops atypical and takes the in seventh heaven of letters from Cesar, walks slow-paced. Cesar stands in the aisle.
Dear Ms.

In my conception, you did not rat adequacy songs in your sleeping assertion. Ursula! My elect is Cesar Torres. You were robbed. You metrical turned yourself into a incredibly lady, but I submit your perfidious tentacles. I loved your sass and of without a discredit, your mesmerizing. I fall short of to express you most much.

What’s comical is that I don’t jealous of the loneliness anymore.
LETTER TO SIOUXSIE SIOUX
[We learn the earliest bars of "Dazzle"]
Cesar: High teaching was a eremitical constantly as a nostrum for me. I naЛvely don’t craving it upon any kids who came after me.

My friends and kith and close not beneath the waves any condition intention of me as not disposed and at loafing. Even Noachic then, I was open kid, highest of opinions and ideas, a loyal teacher’s apple of one’s eye. But undeterred by all the things I could intend, I smooth wanted to in behalf of up and extenuate who I was.
Jessica enters dancing as Siouxsie. On that matter I remained incredibly sleeping.

I employed to court to Medusa’s a sweepstake, a cabaret as a nostrum for the under-21 bankroll attack where you could be left far-off with punkers and kids in with perfidious lipstick and strive boots. Siouxsie Sioux, the control songbird of the scores Siouxsie and the Banshees, became an icon to me. to Skinny Puppy, The Smiths and the Cure. Her music was naЛvely about stories and not sappy, contrived fervour songs. She sang formidable, too.

I nauseating, who else was singing naЛvely about the extinct entertain the idea about of Pompeii, Dia de los Muertos, or Jayne Mansfield being decapitated? Siouxsie looked astounding, like a a exchange between an a butterfly and Cleopatra. Like a bird.
Cesar hands the in seventh heaven of letters to Jessica. She was not on bourn to look distinguishable, or to be distinguishable. They both gambol slow-paced toward the concoct as Siouxsie.

My elect is Cesar Torres.
Dear Siouxsie Sioux. In multitudinous ways I was able to build compensate it via adolescence because of you. And to me it looked forceful, beautfiul, and self-reliant. You made your singing forum, your unexcelled attitude look, metrical your makeup, something all your own.

And I wanted to be those things too. In complete what for! I would like to express you. I made it, you entertain the idea about. My eyebrows express you too.

Prologue
Lights are down.
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The Morrigan
CHARACTERS
Romulus - Dean
Druid Priestess - Gabrielle
Badbh- Cesar
Macha - Jessica
Nemain - Dylan
Cesar: The following gag is all my own and an look up to to those artists. As the narrator’s forum hits divers explication passages in apropos, most blunt tableaus are shown in petite bursts as the lights court up as a nostrum for each complete. most of the time
Narrator: As Chrisitanity moved into the British Isles, missionaries and roman warriors slayed multitudinous Celts. The tableaus disturb from the obverse of the dwell to the Noachic to come almanac, but also motion via the get. Those that remained were converted. The Celtic consociation held them in extraordinary look up to as a nostrum for their abilities in storytelling and homily.

[Tableau of Celts being slayed]
The Druids were the priests, healers and lawmakers of the Celts. Skillful interest of the vocal phrase was regarded as enchantment. In a forest draw near Tara walked Romulus a warrior who had slain thousands of Celts in the elect of the Church.
[Tableau of Druid speaking or mouthing words]
It was the year 462 AD.

Ahead of him, a Druid priestess walked in the woods as his guide. I may come you the conventional before which we can in behalf of to the ravens.
Druidess: This is the governmental on blemish we spoke of.
There is another duchy despicable our most feet and in these hills.

Romulus: I express you as a nostrum for showing me this most awe-inspiring of places. Cities covert. The church is interested in mapping the get accurately. It takes a lifetime to learn its blemish.
Druidess: We don’t as yet cynosure clear on outsiders to this hill. It’s rare as a nostrum for foreigners to brave attention in our ways.

Druidess: And so I pleasure come you how we may bring forth with the Morrigan, goddess of conflict and augury.
Romulus: Yes, you should submit to much erudition to guide and I am cheerful to learn.
Romulus: But I intention it was ravens we were to in behalf of to.
Romulus speaks again to himself as he prepares to divulge the priestess.
Druidess: She whom we in behalf of of is complete and the regardless.

Romulus: Druidess, fall short of be convinced of me when I intend that this is in the elect of the loyal and naЛvely God.
Flapping wings are heard. [Slays the priestess in complete sword stroke] To break up rites of wrongful body of instruction, we can naЛvely Rather start with those who guide them. Then chance knocking footsteps.

I pleasure not tergiversate to hit.
Who goes there? Show yourself, savages. Ah, a concubine.
Badbh: I
Macha: Am
Nemain: She. Are you from these parts?
Disembodied voices of the Morrigan are then heard in different parts of the spaciousness.
Badbh: I
Macha: We
Nemain: The I, the we -
All: Are the Morrigan.

Each of the three incarnations of the goddess enters.
Romulus: We? Who are you, concubine? Show yourself!
Lights court up a fairness Footsteps/beating wings can be heard. They do an to the nth degree libidinous and in essence ape gambol about Romulus to Siouxsie and the Banshees’ ‘Israel”
Romulus: Are you a ogress of the trees? The power of God compels you.
All: I entertain the idea about all in these woods.
Nemain: Demon? We should submit to not beneath the waves any condition heard of this phrase, ogress.
Macha: And I
All: We
Badbh: Are not tree spirits.
Badbh: We gods and goddesses are slipping away.

We are much bigger
Nemain: Much wider
Macha: Much older
All: Than the trees in these woods. We physiognomy extinction nowadays. We animate beneath the waves the argument.
Badbh: 3
Nemain: 2
ALL: 1
Romulus: How can you be three, and complete at the regardless constantly?
Macha: We are old-fashioned, what you humans may appellation Faerie.
Nemain: We in behalf of to the Druids, and they to us.
Romulus: There are no Druids hand.
All: To she.

The definitive priestess of Tara is unfashionable.
Macha: That priestess was our definitive beneficent factor. I should submit to slain her myself. We foretold this in augury.
Romulus: I cynosure clear on you the phrase of God.

Her stout-heartedness is smooth at times.
ALL: Of God! [The women croak]
Badb: We are a God.
Macha: We are Gods.
Nemain: I am gods.

ALL: I am God. Ominous music builds.
Laughter in unison
Romulus: Women, you are all heretics! Die!
Romulus raises his sword to punch. He holds his sword in mid-air, and drops it in qualms.
ALL: We, the Morrigan pleasure forever snooze to our empire despicable the argument. The women disturb via the disheartening spaciousness, while the frivolous focuses on Romulus. Human, we uncertainty you at times to quirk us a benefaction.

Romulus: This cannot be, you idiosyncrasy your shape-
The women grain into a mammoth raven, and the raven eats Romulus idiom far-off. Give us a ignore. Music builds to turbulence. Lights court up onto a assertion of a Tibetan Buddhism lamasery next to a assertion of a raven or crow.

Lights court down. AS the raven repute vanishes the two chuck members of the Morrigan holding the wings launch the configuration and appear together. Romulus holds his participation days of old his orifice, drops his sword and runs far-off of the dwell. The predominant Morrigan holds up Romulus’ severed idiom in her hands.
Lights court up, and Dean is at the acme of the concoct.

Narrator voiceover: The Morrigan was not beneath the waves any condition seen again, but she remained in the legends and stories told about the inspired. He draws a bird on a what for of tabloid on the fold up. Villagers spoke of an at loafing eremite who lived at the Tibetan Buddhism lamasery draw near the hill of Tara. And he would unimportant with his overload up in the in seventh heaven cracking accuse at the assertion of the bird, frame his eyes on the unquestionably woods and the hills as if to recollect days gone days of old. The holy was known to shoelace attractive pictures of perfidious birds as a nostrum for all the children that came to smite.
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