Fly In A Bottle

[Simon again finds himself on the moor by the burned village, clutching the Scriptures in his right hand. In the cold and quiet of the starless night he kneels by a singing stream. Silently he releases the remains of his God.]

[Simon:]

The scriptures leave my hand

And are scattered by the wind

Still to me it seems the music may begin

The voices far away sing of virtue and of sin

Still to me it seems that

I could never turn into another

Hiding under cover

I am my own lover

[The Scarecrow:]

All the words that have been spoken

Empty promises lie broken

You try to change me

Like my mother wanted to

Still I stand but stand forgotten

A maggot crawling for the bottom

You try to change me

Like my brother wanted to

[Simon:]

My hungry eyes grow dim

As the scarecrow stops and kneels

Still to me he seems the only who believes

Reflections of my life

I see in what he thinks and feels

Still to me it seems that

I could never turn into another

Hiding under cover I am my own lover

[The Murderer:]

All the words that have been spoken

Empty promises lie broken

You try to change me

Like my mother wanted to

Still I stand but stand forgotten

A maggot crawling for the bottom

You try to change me

Like my brother wanted to

[Insight hits him like a train and he flees the village, scaling the first hills of the mountain range, ever climbing upwards to find a way across the barrier of stone. But cold rain pains his face and he takes shelter in a small cave. There he meditates on his malice.]