( Lights up on a stately garden
centre stage stands a male figure
the right side of his face badly scarred and burnt )


By mine one deformities I'm I here undone
casting mine withered shadow or' a dying sun
as I long to feel the touch of soft lovers breath
from one such as she at this sweet eve'nings death
for I would die if upon mine own lips her kiss should play
granting me peace at this the bitter end of day
to know her embrace wouldst break my hollow heart
as I too with dusk must now depart
but come again the evenings sweet repose
and I again will come to thee my sweet autumnal Rose

( a female figure walks out onto her balcony as he slips away silently )

Oh gentle moon why doth thou mock my aching breast
where is the heart that beats beneath so honest chest
that sings in silent secret tone
a love that's mine and mine alone
come falling stars once more deny my wishes made
and hide from me as I must hide my pain beneath this false facade


( a shadow moves beneath her balcony to follow the first retreating figure )


Know not the truth of this unspoken and yet unrequited love
is not in features scarred or in stars above
but in the foolishness of pride
that hides ones heart and ones heart must hide
for two such souls within the throes of such abandonment
should find each others arms by mortal deeds and not by wishes spent
so onward night and guise me from all prying eyes
that I may bring forth their love before the sun doth once more rise
bid thee aid me in this my hour of need
and grant success to this my honest and most heart felt deed

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