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Bonfire Night (set in 1916) by Rhuan Hollands

Fondermor - I'm glad we ran from it Gorfam.

Gorfam - So am I old friend. Now we can celebrate your birthday in peace from the cloud of war. This night will be a special one.

Tika - Yes, brothers, my light will be bright. I am the only woman here, and there isn't a greater one to replace me.

Fondormor - You speak unwisely Tika. Don't be too great in your own eyes.

Gorfam - He is righteous in his speaking, young one.

Tika - Don't listen to me and debate! Instead let's rejoice in this heaven of delight. My words are of a drunken one, I can't think for me, it is talking, not me.

Fondermor - She is right, let's set a light to the fire, it will be a high and powerful one.

Gorfam - But you two, you are blinded by false insight, the wood is damp and cannot be lit.

Fondermor - Shut up, you lie.

Tika - Yes, as he says, he does but live and does not worry himself with problems.

Gorfam - But if thou live without problems you cannot carry truth. Has the great one fallen in spite of this?

Fondermor - I tell you to be silent, truth is a boundary to living!

Gorfam - But that is not true, truth is but the key to living, not the door that stops it.

Tika - Get away and trouble us no more.

Gorfam - But I am thy friend and companion, I do only what is needed.

Fondermor - We don't need your stupid advice, you dog.

Gorfam - I will not stop in your shadow, I will continue to move the sun instead.

Tika pushes Gorfam in a river.

Gorfam - Look! The light! My light! Your light to, take it with me.

Fondermor - We have no need, our fire will rise someday.

Gorfam - Wet wood can dry with heat's help, but without it, it is useless.

Gorfam drowns in the river.



A metaphor for the world and religion.



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