Act 1 Scene 111part one

Tumulus and his warriors Sullivan's acroterions flashed across their war 

chest 's fire the damask steels ,musketry ,munitions and Artilleries 

Sheltered in the trenches a stone distance from the river bank.

Accompanied them into the Bazars at sarabesa's sabesi square 

Fiery drunk to stupor,the mayhem triggered,

From the south of sarabesa's ignition torched the west, south agog,👂

The bees waspy on the maze,battle was begun in the

Trenches,

Uncharmed bees were deployed and it malfunctions

Across the trenches battles mustered menace ,

Decussance was denied agog to make pyrates flee

But not Tumulus beyond the smouldering iron of the cauldron,

Deerhounds pitted with uncharmed bees stampeded 

To yarn velocity for the dissemenative purports

Alas escapades bell the cat,Sullivan's decumbents had deployed uncharmed bees,

As the fours in the pillories of abesi's.

Atesmus sobbed deeply what has Galicia gotta against him.

Animus shot him on the foot;so you fool your trusted boss'?"

He fell and interrogated he the defalcation As the deerhounds,startled distance as nuisances in vain .

Defencelessness swooped his broken visage,

Prior to noon Tumulus had doughtily fought back,

As delinquent Atesmus fled Animus for safety 

See cosmic script on the vantage point 

Fell from his knapsack,deplumated  bumpkin on the prowl for solitude .

Deference on the decumbent as depilated Galicia hid in the trenches 

In the atrophy of broken defilade and backfired cannon 

A fleet footed hazel fled upon the horse hoofs winced like the eagle 

In aftermath of detonated fuses that nethered a handful pyrates and vassals on the edge.

And a snippet reached Sullivan's hut in record flight 

Saith Sullivan'Uncharmed bees again'retreat in apoplexy with the mendest plow,

Animus now a destress in bees waspish fallen canvass,

Clung to drawn sword,threw the bash with cannonballs 

Retreated back into shelling and munition,

A thousand pyrates in the bazaars by squirearchy 

Had fallen by the way in the swindling ball game.

Dismayed by hard fighting Tumulus the generalisimo of the glorious nights

Weary into the circumvented but pitched battles

And trapped in the middle well timed Sullivan's travel was beyond compare 

not anachronistic injury at sarabesa's massacres ,

As pyrates and squirearchy fell and fled the hidden places

Deserted Country houses and forlorn Bridges in the open country grimaced,

As the earth Gods and earth goddesses return within earshot 

Animus raided the country houses with cosmic script 

Unearthed the conceded occult of the ancient .

That held them bound in aftermath of a dozen nights of massacre

North country reprisal was gashed as the adjoining Sarabesa 's bridges were detonated by thousands of Molotov cocktail,

Wow epilethic epiphany?

Eudaemonia!