The Fifteenth Act
[Accidental Voice Post]
*sound of covers rustling, followed by footsteps*
...
*clears throat, coughs for several moments*
Hnnnnnn.
*silence followed by pacing footsteps. Then, sang in a soft tone:*
Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Nor the furious winters' rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
*pause, clears throat again*
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' th' great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke
Care no more to clothe and eat...
*voice becomes more clear*
To thee the reed is as the oak.
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor th' all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust...
*trails off, thoughtfully. Covers rustling.*
...
*silence*
[/end transmission]
My voice is back.
((Song is Cymbeline by Loreena McKennitt.))
*sound of covers rustling, followed by footsteps*
...
*clears throat, coughs for several moments*
Hnnnnnn.
*silence followed by pacing footsteps. Then, sang in a soft tone:*
Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Nor the furious winters' rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
*pause, clears throat again*
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' th' great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke
Care no more to clothe and eat...
*voice becomes more clear*
To thee the reed is as the oak.
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor th' all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust...
*trails off, thoughtfully. Covers rustling.*
...
*silence*
[/end transmission]
My voice is back.
((Song is Cymbeline by Loreena McKennitt.))