Shakespeare before the performance

Tomorrow night there`ll be a performance
 and in the morning
 I`d like to drop in on rehearsals.

 Since night is no time to get involved
 with the fanfares of glory
 I`ll slip out for a while into the world of the Defeated.

 Their God died sometime ago.

 Only their Fate continues to be vital
 and thus isolated as they are...so very far from the Earth
 they are drowning in the sorrow that they have no right at all
 to see that their past which the chroniclers
 were in such a hurry to embody in memories
 has now returned so acrimonious and venomous
 and being mounted with such spectacular and terrible expertise
 so its case may be pleaded
 in the Theatre of the World.

 That is also why I came down here
 to confront with them
 the new approaching state of History
 which if I were to compare it to a frenzied river
 the Monarchs are those who without the slightest
 doubt have harrowed to the point of collapse
 this schizophrenic tragedy.

 The Monarchs know this all too well
 and indeed one of them who is still alive
 with his spectres secreted beneath his white uniform
 will play his part in the performance
 which is in conformity with all artistic contingencies
 and will topple so many idols
 even demolish the Astronomical view of the Universe.

 You were right to bring Heaven back
 to the World`s stage...
 because it had become utterly revolting and gross...

 Moreover Heaven had distanced itself
 from my heart as well...
 and indeed because of this distancing
 it seems to me it is I who have made the mistake.

 The moment I found myself caught up in the resolve
 of the Defeated
 to once more appear on the solid ground of History
 I should have suggested that the director of the performance
 incorporate into the work a scene
 which dealt with the Ethos and Breeding transmitted
 by the patrons and boot-lickers of the Palace.

 Because by the time the Sovereign is able to feel
 once more King
 the Defeated will have slipped out of my control
 and on one of the unsullied areas of the Planet
 Hell acting along with Paradise will wage
 within a single hour a life and death war
 so that just a few moments before the sun rises
 the procedure
 for the conquest of the Throne
 will have come to an end.

 The Victor will make it understood
 to those there
 that it is not mere chance
 that he is the one assuming the Throne
 at precisely the moment
 when the Sun is coming into the World.

 Whatever happens
 his authority though it sink at evening
 will be returned again by nature at dawn.

 After this intrepid rationalisation
 regarding the things of the World
 thousands of proposals will be made to me
 for press interviews
 literary appearances
 and other such contemporary trivialities...

 But I would not want to look at
 the Sun of this foul authority
 and in full flood of mourning
 I would pull back into the dark
 in order to foresee
 the coming tragedies of this world.