PATRICK:
No lights shine from these curtained windows
Clouds obscure the moon in the sky
There they lie, unaware of these watchful eyes

JACOB:
A childhood killed before it began
A royal family left with just one son
What has this act of violence created?

P: The axe has fallen, just two strikes
The future holds so much
I've tasted blood, I’ve taken life
It's mine

J: Footsteps down a frozen hallway. A sick noise shakes a child awake. Ceiling leaks red rain. Crawls out into an evil realm. From the threshold, sharpened metal silver hiding behind maroon blinds young eyes

P: As blood fills their mouths, I rise

P: What's this? You survived all? You remain far too small. Forget your parent’s fall. Orphaned too young to recall

J: So scared, crawl upstairs to where my nightmares breed, find my parents dead, love is dead. The Night's moon as bright as his axe that night