An abandoned building on West Flagler Street, Downtown Miami. Masses huddle anxiously. Strangely bone-chilling Southern coolness filters through the shards of broken window glass. A bonfire burns unapologetically in the corner. The crowd awaits their Poet. Enya plays quietly in the background.
The Bard has disappeared for far too long. The grueling chores of our every-day existence have broken him. He falters, he fails, he falls. He is our sacrificial lamb - too rare to live; to impassioned to die. Tears trickle down his face. He looks up to the Heavens with arms outstretched and pleads for mercy, forgiveness and understanding. He was unaware that such responsibility - nay, such burden - would be his interminable duty. His Mein Kampf. His Scarlett Letter. His would be a lifelong struggle with no foreseeable coup de grâce.
And he spoke:
With this, The Bard collapsed! Perhaps a plee for love and peace the world over? A message to his kin? God's own words channeled through him as our vessel of truth? Will we ever know? Efforts to revive him were unsuccessful. The desire to live smothered by the inability to breathe under the weight of the burden that is his - and his alone.
/ famous Enya song used in trailers for 'Tropic Thunder'