MOTECUHZOMA
There is a third chance-medley you omit:
The several forking paths of fortune’s walks.
Seeing a panther lurking on my left,
Would you not show your lord the right-hand path?
When looking back, we do not note that fork,
Yet fate allows some swing for the intrepid.
SORCERER 2
To cure these feline fears, don’t run
From either, or your jaunt is done.
But left and right will both hold good,
If you’re the panther in the wood.
SORCERER 1
Ah, brother, who are we to armor
Arguments against this charmer?
What use, to change into a cat
As we can? He can diplomat
His way through spells, and alchemize
Pure, golden truths from steely lies.
SORCERER 2
From impotence to abstinence,
Humility from arrogance,
Plunder into philanthropy,
And sadism to justice.
SORCERER 3 See?
No bird bones nor no wands are heeded,
Only no character is needed.
ALL SORCERERS
All hail the high and mighty mage,
The gazing stock of this flat age!
MOTECUHZOMA
Cart off to jail these jaunting cavaliers!
Let them chirp out their pert remarks through bridles,
And fix their flippant eyes on cold stone floors.
Sans voice, sans books, sans tricky hands, we’ll see
What muffled incantations might avail.
Guards exit with the Sorcerers.
PRIEST OF TLALOC
These were but three. More might more prophets know.
TLACAELEL
Well, these ones missed the mark.
MOTECUHZOMA I fear not so.
All exit.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
MOTECUHZOMA
There is a third chance-medley you omit:
The several forking paths of fortune’s walks.
Seeing a panther lurking on my left,
Would you not show your lord the right-hand path?
When looking back, we do not note that fork,
Yet fate allows some swing for the intrepid.
SORCERER 2
To cure these feline fears, don’t run
From either, or your jaunt is done.
But left and right will both hold good,
If you’re the panther in the wood.
SORCERER 1
Ah, brother, who are we to armor
Arguments against this charmer?
What use, to change into a cat
As we can? He can diplomat
His way through spells, and alchemize
Pure, golden truths from steely lies.
SORCERER 2
From impotence to abstinence,
Humility from arrogance,
Plunder into philanthropy,
And sadism to justice.
SORCERER 3 See?
No bird bones nor no wands are heeded,
Only no character is needed.
ALL SORCERERS
All hail the high and mighty mage,
The gazing stock of this flat age!
MOTECUHZOMA
Cart off to jail these jaunting cavaliers!
Let them chirp out their pert remarks through bridles,
And fix their flippant eyes on cold stone floors.
Sans voice, sans books, sans tricky hands, we’ll see
What muffled incantations might avail.
Guards exit with the Sorcerers.
PRIEST OF TLALOC
These were but three. More might more prophets know.
TLACAELEL
Well, these ones missed the mark.
MOTECUHZOMA I fear not so.
All exit.
From my play in verse, thefloralwar.com
