A play I wrote in verse

 In the Court of the Crimson King

by T. B. Johnson

ACT I

PROLOGUE.

CHORUS

From darkness comes a tale of pain, heartache,

and bloodshed. Look upon it and despair. 

Thou now bear witness to the Crimson King’s 

fell court. O, hark, and well! Its dark red mon-

arch lacks not respect nor love from his pe-

ople. Yet thou shalt see all his glory tak-

en from him. Everything. His rule, his wife, 

his soul. Thou shalt soon know that power not

oft lies in them that seem to carry it.

SCENE ONE.

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