The Play
The Play Act One Draw open the scarlet curtains of the night Bring on the darkness Light up the stage with full Moon bright Cut the twine that bines my flower In this strong moral rope This silken cobweb of innocence Spun by the two headed spider The mother and the father Act Two Oil the leather of your shoes well My audience as we creep softly Towards the open window of their family abode Clean the ear of wax Fore mother whispers to father His patience being taxed Fore his daughter is courting... Sign in to see full entry.