Dialogue from a Tragedy
Just a quick note: This is a scene from a play I am attempting to write, my first. I think it has somewhat of a poetic nature to it that's why I posted it up here. So let me know you think.
Dialogue from a Tragedy.
(Laocoon opens the scene unknowing of Zarathus' hidden presence).
Laocoon: I have seen
Man's greedy fingers spread
Over this planet.
There is no real fear
(From a shadowed corner Zarathus engages with a loud dominance in his voice).
Zarathus: Is it not ours to destroy?
Have we not laboured these lands enough?
Is there a law against survival?
(Laocoon, unmoved by this sudden participation replies)
Laocoon: There is only one law
And that is
The law of the Just.
Zarathus: I have beheaded trees
And climbed men
To further my profit.
It appears your law is absent.
Laocoon: Silence is not absence.
These prisons are invisible
They cage men inside themselves.
You speak of the guilty drunks
Who weep in thought
Of a life spent in murder.
But I have known the truly evil
And do not forget -
Only the good feel guilty.
Laocoon: For those who reject redemption
Shall have regret thrust upon them
In fear of Hell.
Zarathus: Do you really believe
They fear Hell?
These men are eternal already
The wars they have waged
Will live forever
And some of them
Are friends of God.
(Laocoon hangs his head and lowers his voice).
Laocoon: We are but a blade of grass
In a vast, neglected field
A grain of sand on a dead beach.
(He begins to sob silently).
Zarathus: You cry because you are insignificant.
There are no warriors or saviours
For the righteous now.
Your tears are the only soldiers you have.
Laocoon: My skin is a Trojan horse.
My soul speaks to me
It desires the flight of freedom.
I cannot deny my soul.
Zarathus: Is that why you are out here
On this sacred cliff?
Laocoon: It is a cliff to you
But a bridge to me, a gate
The entrance to great finality.
I shall leap open - eyed
And only blink as I reach the rocks.
Zarathus: I gift you now
With my witness and farewell.
(There is a quiet nod of acknowledgment between the men).
Laocoon: My will shall prevail.
(And with that Laocoon disappears over the edge. Zarathus indifferently continues his direction down the path).
Zarathus: The rocks do not deserve him.