"a play about the tragedy of innocence lost"
ACT ONE, SCENE ONE
A candlelit prayer chapel in an ancient stone abbey. A vase of white roses is sitting on a rough hewn wooden table, highlighted as if by moonlight coming through an open window. A nun enters dressed in plain white habit.
GUINEVERE: (in the attitude of prayer)
My Lord, why has my soul been wounded so,
my spirit bleeds its endless tears,
such agony of heart is all I know,
even in these fading, distant years.
My Lord, my soul doth feel as candle wax,
melting softly, slowly, beneath the flame,
my being burns as woven flax,
as I call upon your Mercy's name.
Oh, why, oh, why, must sweet love,
bring such weeping to my breast,
it once was joy, a gentle dove,
but now in sorrows, my joy is dressed.
(from offstage, a nun calls forth)
M'Lady, the bells have chimed, the hour is near,
Please, dear Mary, wait with me,
Yes, M'Lady, if you are there, then I am here,
O Lord, I pray that You will answer me,
Be Ye also near, most holy One,
I fear I shall die this lonely night,
with all the guilt for what I have done,
lost in darkness, lonely, lost from light.
There rises offstage the music of chanting monks and the tolling of a bell. Guinevere genuflects and crosses herself then exits.