Fire: Oh! If my cursed innocence could only
Dwell in that blessed Acheron. Since the
Curse befell upon my foolish heart
I have yet but walked all the lands on
The heath, consuming upon the dry and wood,
Growing dimmer by the sun’s bright face and
Brighter on the moonlit ways, looking
Searching, seeking . . . (sighs)
For my Chalice, but to no avail.
[Indistinct singing, fire moves closer to hear]
Ice : (singing) . . . Fly to who holds thy heart
You’ll be free and happy as ever
Walking under thou love’s love.
[Ice looks up and sees fire]
[Both lock eyes]
Fire: Do I see right? Do my eyes behold me
Wrong? Oh tell me sweeting, is there such a thing as
Love at first sight, or should I dare again, for a
Repeated many moments, walk by you again
For you to love me too?
Ice: Could it be true, are not thou my knight in
The burning armor, the angel of
My dreams? Oh! So long and hard have
I looked for thou; where were you?
I have grown hard and cold waiting under
These many moons, for thy arrival.
Fire: Could it be true, art thou my cure, my end
To this burning immortality and
All consuming murder? Yes, it must be
Cause thou art the very same like he said it
Would be, the scent so pure and innocent,
Yet tinged with guile and sharpness, and yes
Thy face so white and clear, that it
Could lure the devil from hell. Am I that devil,
That dares loiter around these gates of purity?
Oh! As cursed as I am I but cannot
Make you mine, I will free myself of this
Omen and maybe many lifetimes later
Thou and I shall meet, uncursed and just
Meant to be.
Ice: No, no, thou cans’t mean thy death, thy forever
Vanishment! I’ll not take it, I love –
Fire: Forget me in haste, do not linger here
In memories so little and sweet, I’ll
Come hither to thee, and sink my teeth, my
Burning tongue, yea my parched throat in thy
Medicine; Forget me, dear one, cause in
Haste I came and in waste I shall go.
Farewell to thee maiden, my pretty ice girl.
[Fire bites ice]
Ice: Oh no! It cannot be true! Look there, he
Is disappearing into the wind and
I can see him no more. And me? He has
Freed me from my jail, my hardened shell. Oh,
My dear knight, don’t fret at all, I swear
To you that each and every one of my drops of tears
Will take any form it can, like that unseen
Vapor with the clouds, or that monstrous sheet
I will travel the world and the underworld too
If I must, till you are back, here with me
Where you belong. Wait, my love, I’m coming
[Water flows away]
To Be Continued…