Repercussions of Sin
Exposition:
A queer tale I shall now tell thee
A strange but true a tale it be -
Its oddness may be hard to grasp
‘N that’s why I tell thee and not the mass.
Exposition + Rising Action:
The name’s lost – I’m a fettered soul
Circumcised - not my absolute whole
I could be dead or alive
Undone perhaps, but keen to survive
I may look like your humble steed
But I’m neither that
Nor a feathered breed -
These scales you see, you must ignore
I’ve had them since so long before
And these fine furs on my skin
Are made of tar and dolphin fins
I let you know, I did not look this way
During my time, during my day.
You see…
Not long ago, when your kind came
And took control over our domain,
They built a house
That made dark clouds
And convinced us it was for our gain.
Conflict
Our greens turned black
Our blues turned gray
Darkness filled the light of day
We worried much, we did not know
Have our friends turned into foe?
Then your kind said
It was much too late
To save the land – that it was fate
They took their leave – without a tint of guilt
After filling our world with filth.
A time-bomb ticked
Within our land
All was gone – that was grand.
Climax
And in dark waters, I took birth
Nor a duck or fish and growing in dearth -
My mutated soul
Just has one goal
And I shan’t rest
Till I play this role…
Climax + Falling Action + Denoument
The greed you preach is my chosen path
Eat me human – I am Nature’s wrath.
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