Act One, Scene One- The Haunting Figure

"This is a story,
It might be true.
You decide,
It's up to you.
Don't laugh at this,
This haunting jest,
Don't join in mock,
With all the rest.
What lies behind
That still closed door,
Could be just what,
You're looking for.
So learn your lesson,
Learn it well,
Don't visit that,
Strange unknown hell,
That of ignorance,
Grief and pain,
That if you try,
You try in vain.
So answer my short,
And endless plea,
Don't run from this,
By God, don't flee.
If just one shred,
Of happiness,
Is given me
Don't join the rest."

*the crowd was left on that note by a hauntingly beautiful girl in a flowing dress who had an utterly gorgeous voice*

*a shadowy figure appears. When looked at closely, you realize that it's a man, who is draped in mounds of flowing black cloth*

Shadowy Figure:

" I lay this here upon ye,
Call it what you will,
Curse, gift, power, right,
Whatever you wish,
Whatever you like.
From my point though,
It's none of those,
This is it,
What may it be?
Questions unanswered,
Unanswered will be."