This is something I usually don’t do as I am afraid of showing off works that are not done. I’ve been thinking of doing an exception.
For some time now I’ve been working on a new stage play called Melanthios Morales, which takes place in the same universe as The Gardener. Basically, this is a side story that follows the character Caliana Underwood when she leaves her hometown Lancaster City to live with her newfound love, Melanthios, in Riverdale.
So, here it is:
(In the living room of Melanthios’ apartment.)
What’s the view from over there?
I prefer sitting here, on the floor;
This I love while watching you, perform
The dance you so carefully execute;
Like a flower in a brisk spring wind –
You cannot control yourself.
Will you join me my love?
I rather not my pretty flower;
For I will be destroying this perfect scene,
With my untalented feet.
You are always watching from afar,
My loving hero of the night;
My savior of the dreadful dawn.
You came, saw and swept away
The worries hidden deep inside of me.
I am blind, just a simple actor,
Stuck in realities that do not exist.
Do not be mad my precious flower,
For what I have to say is awful:
I never saw you that night,
My intentions far from gentle and good.
The boy strolling at your side, blissful –
I hated him from the first glance –
I wanted to see him suffer like I once did,
Steal you away and watch him decay.
The evil you exerted upon him
Brought love into my blunt life.
For this I am forever grateful.
Kiss me and fill me with your breath,
The poisonous soul you carry within.
Be warned for I will devour you,
Every last bit of your innocence.
I certainly hope you do my love.
Be careful what you wish for.
I am capable of terrible things,
Many of which you never known,
So be warned, once again.
Your treats have no effect on me –
I find it rather charming;
You are like a little boy,
I need more wine.
Certainly my love.
This scene here is lovely:
In the arms of my one true love,
A glass of good wine, and
Moonlight shining true the night –
One could think of it as a dream.
Kiss me and never let go.
Dreams never last, temporarily amusements.
Nothing more than a Devils trick;
A confused mind searching for understanding.
You’re better of leaving it alone.
Why do you say such things?
Dreams will only lead to chaos –
Madness, distress and distorted realities,
The one you cannot escape.
Do not fall for the trick of the Devil.
You speak of experience, it seems.
No worries, my mind is sane.
As every insane person say…
Do not question my mental health;
I am certainly not insane –
Awareness is my strength,
Allowing me presence in the land afar.
You said you are blind.
Do not confuse blindness with awareness;
A blind man can still be aware.
Please forgive my narrow minded reality;
What I see is what I know –
You challenge all of this.
Please do not understand me wrong –
You are what I need in my life, but…
Your world – it brings me down.
I come from a life filled with surface:
Dressed up to serve a particular circumstance;
Taught how to speak, when and where;
Always be subservient –
Your world invites participation,
To use my own words and thoughts,
It is confusing.
Still young at heart, my precious flower;
Time is on your side –
Be mindful and you shall excel,
In this new world of yours.
Thank you my love, for understanding –
It is a difficult time for me.
Where are you going?
To bed, all of this got me tired.
Sleep well, I will join you soon.
Have I made a mistake – bringing Caliana here?
My troubled mind still uncovered,
Still hidden deep inside of me –
But for how long, until she discovers the truth?
MRS. VOICE (whispered)
I do not dare explore,
the deepest parts of me –
Afraid of them surfacing, bringing insanity.
I said: dive deeper!
MELANTHIOS MORALES (shouts)
I will not!
CALIANA UNDERWOOD (off stage)
Melanthios, are you alright?
Everything is fine, go back to sleep.
You made me wake my love.
Who are you talking to?
My love – no one – just humoring my mind.
Go back to sleep.
Come with me.
MRS. VOICE (whispered)