Helmet, Prance of Demnark

This is an excerpt from a play I wrote for my school's theater club, of which I am Supreme President and Founder.
---If you take it seriously you'll make yourself sick. ---

HELMET, PRANCE OF DEMNARK

A Tradegy

ACT I
Scene i: The ramparts of Ellynoor Castleplace

OTHELLO:
Lo, tis a gala night
Wriggleth the moonlight
The white-arrayed Egyptian worm
Nightly rises from the output
of the scurrying crocodilian#
Did ye not ever read thyself, and wonder
What runneth over, also runneth under
The horns of the sun --O Bright Particle--
And trace back across the same article
The marble-feather’d Moon?

BRABYCAKES:
Ah, horror, familiar guest
Reentered in my home at this behest
And weaveth in with ghosts of outer space
Of ghouls. Of bubonic grace.
Of tooth’d darknesse which the droppings of the clouds fortell.
Of ladders buried in the shoulder of cindery hell.
In short, I am afraid, the fibers of my soul art splayed.
What rod could rect me, make my courage right?
Could kabob my dignity this night?

CORN:#
Nor am I any less scared, suff’ing in this
the eve primeval, the eve’ning bare
For I am come of lands that stretch and gape
Where snow is sharp and nothing shies of rape
Where never bleats in agony a foal
Stuffed up in grunted glowing coal
And never does anyone escape.
And this chill, it fingers me in kind
What sensation of ten years it doth remind.

OTHELLO:
Hark! Hark! Something stirreth in the fluid dark.

Enter Ghrost

CORN:
What is this that hangs on wires
Like the spritzy substance
Ivoronic# animals perspire
When cut by sissle ropes in awkward stance
And bound upon the African dust
Throw starward a teeny glance
Of a sudden vanished tare of trust?

OTHELLO:
Might you momently me nudge
So knock us out of dreamly slumber!
Or, my spectacles be smudg’d.
Be this one visionary blunder?
Like the multitudinous fog of spider-legs

that prance upon November lumber?

GHROST:
Nay! Nay nay nay nay nay nay nay!
Appeareth I, today, this way
For in Demnark was my harpsichordal cord
Pluck’d
And so to I rung gutly in the grave

called speedily to this plane

Crackling in the air and clanking chain
Like nailed skeletons afixed by cord to horses tail
And dragg’d up through a green gutter
Concant with me, sing back to me
So shudder.

THE REST OF THE PLAY CAN BE VIEWED HERE