Tim Burton.

Scene 1 – The prologue. Dark stage, no light behind angel.

Fallen Angel: “ Ladies and gentlemen, Girls and Boys.
Here we do sit as your duty unfolds
‘Sure sweetie, I’ll come see your show’
Well you’re here now, so come let’s go”

(Turns and walks upstage, throws arms in the air, lights come up)

“Here in this room our story is told. A fellatio of rhymes, riddles and woe.
It’s a jumble of transgression that sings to your soul.
A medley of sin that your sagely vivisector did fantastically begin.
Yes, Yes, Yes.
That’s right t’was me, all bored. Habitually insatiated and ignored
By HIM.
Perched upon thy silken cloud, Smiling and laughing and
‘ooooohhh I’m sooo proud!’
Of these primitive things?
‘But look at this creation, Ohhh Excellent, brilliant and happy’
No room for deviation – that’s My kind.

So here I am, to meddle a meddle. And fix a fix, delve into lives, ...