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TLACAELEL Great, gold-eyed Eagle, greet our messenger, We offer his most precious fluid, Lord. Bright Hummingbird, accept Thy rubied fruit. In tawny plumes, Thou chaperonest the day. [To worshipers] We are collaborators with the gods, Performing our transcendent duty here. For by this action lie the only means To eternalize the circuits of the sun: An aloe balm to all the sufferings Of his interminable pilgrimage. WORSHIPERS Blue Prince, may Thou incline Thy heart, that by Thy grace for yet a while may we see in dreams. TLACAELEL For we are God’s own chosen tribe, elect, As kernels gleaned and winnowed from the chaff, To side in cosmic struggle with the sun, To side with goodness, vowed to ascertain Its triumph over evil’s looming storm, And to bestow to all humanity The heavenwide profits of the victory Of the resilient forces of the light Over the gathering powers of the night. Let us pray. Exit. WORSHIPERS Huitzilopochtli, perform Thy office. Do Thy work. May I not reject Thee. May I not falter before Thee. May Thy heart desire whatsoever Thou mayest desire. This is all. Trumpets, drum. All exit.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
The Floral War 2:2
TLACAELEL Great, gold-eyed Eagle, greet our messenger, We offer his most precious fluid, Lord. Bright Hummingbird, accept Thy rubied fruit. In tawny plumes, Thou chaperonest the day. [To worshipers] We are collaborators with the gods, Performing our transcendent duty here. For by this action lie the only means To eternalize the circuits of the sun: An aloe balm to all the sufferings Of his interminable pilgrimage. WORSHIPERS Blue Prince, may Thou incline Thy heart, that by Thy grace for yet a while may we see in dreams. TLACAELEL For we are God’s own chosen tribe, elect, As kernels gleaned and winnowed from the chaff, To side in cosmic struggle with the sun, To side with goodness, vowed to ascertain Its triumph over evil’s looming storm, And to bestow to all humanity The heavenwide profits of the victory Of the resilient forces of the light Over the gathering powers of the night. Let us pray. Exit. WORSHIPERS Huitzilopochtli, perform Thy office. Do Thy work. May I not reject Thee. May I not falter before Thee. May Thy heart desire whatsoever Thou mayest desire. This is all. Trumpets, drum. All exit.
From my play in verse, thefloralwar.com
david-betten
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
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