Oberon’s lament

Oberon explains his influence over 3 catalytic characters from some of Shakespeare’s plays. An excerpt from an original play: ‘Cubed’

Prologue; Oberon’s lament

1…2…3.
1…2…3.
Look thou there, what dost thou see?
A Man, a Monster, a Wizard? Or a Whisp?
But in the blink of an eye, it could all be missed.
1…2…3. 1 – 2 – 3!

I beg of you all a spell, a moment in time;
And I’ll break your schemic rhythm of rhyme.
Wilt thou not listen and but observe a short while.
Ask I not for forgiveness, ‘tis indeed not my trial.
Nor not to forget, not a smile, not a tear,
Nor to learn more of me than you see here.

I mean only to take you on a journey. Wilt thou tarry?
Even in rags, ‘tis some fortune I carry.
Lend me your ears and we will transcend time,
Now to my story, I am done with this rhyme.

I was once a king – A King, a lover and husband and a good man.
Yet – you seem to trust me not – No matter. All will transpire with time.
I pray you, embrace my tale if only with a lighthearted eye.

In recognition of me and the learning of my name – you will think you know my tale.
But here I offer an alteration, the chaos behind the exquisite – look upon
Our documented lives in a new light and think on, look further than
The narrative you were fed and look for the mechanics – who drives it?
Who fixes, who removes and amends. Wilt thou come with me – my friends?

My downfall – my transition from power and prowess to pauper and pain;
‘Tis the fallout of a coven, my three beautiful witches.
‘Tis indeed poetical, all three cursed with a broken heart,
Suffering by their own flaws; empathy, guilt and illusion.
Broken and lost were they when I found them – wandering in a wilderness of self-destruction.

Puck – long acquainted with me, lost sight of what was before her
And acted under the illusion of love – a pattern which was inevitable to repeat
Itself in time. Iago – so strong and cold, yet clever and powerful; she was the cause
Of her own heartbreak – the jealousy, the obsession and the final betrayal.
Finally; the handsome Viola – lost her brother at sea and her father before him;
Her path of destruction lead in the empathy with others, opening her heart
To be the cause of her own sorrow.
These divine creatures I took into my power and made work of them,
They became enslaved to my purpose and like a viper turned.
Travel with me. Ha! Like you have a choice… you are here with me now…
It’s time to take a turn about this realm.

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I’ve been an avid reader and scribbler for years but only recently started thinking about publishing my work.
I’ve always enjoyed writing and have, since 2008, been producing scripts for theatre as my main focus of writing, but always scribbling poems, songs and short stories for fun, and/or catharsis. I’m also a keen sketcher and sketchnoter.

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