Taking place during the last days of the 20th century and the first three decades of the 21st, the world is at war. The country is having a war of its own within its borders. Several houses have been vying to establish their families as rulers, pitting themselves against current leadership.
The story begins the last few days of the 20th century with Lazarus, a man 30 years of age, who struggles with still being in love with a waitress named Venus.
As he visits her in a diner, he finds himself tormented with uncertainty.
Act 1
Scene 1, Act 1:
Lazarus:
There she is. I can't help but stare at her.
Why does she stand in the kitchen?
God, I remember ...
To re-live the past ... I wonder?
What am I thinking?
Its been nearly 10 years since we last kissed,
and she a maiden no more.
Spare me her presence without that able.
She's spoken for.
Why am I even here?
I'll ask for a drink and cause no trouble.
Scene 2, Act 1: At the Venus' home
Venus:
This is my home, let me show you around.
Lazarus:
A pair of jeans are hanging on the door knob;
I'd prefer the ones she has on to be laying on the floor.
I can hardly resist her, still.
This temptation is too great to bear.
I feel like begging her to just let us sit a while so we can talk.
I know far too well the sting of infidelity to bargain my love against her.
And she's being too reserved to be looking for anything more.
Scene 3, Act 1:
The waitress's husband (James) comes home while Lazarus and Venus sit in the living room area.
Lazarus
I can't stay much longer.
The man she wed seems nice,
I hope for her happiness.
Her daughter appears to be mischievous,
I wonder why she peeks around the corner.
Maybe one day I'll have the opportunity to try again.
I must be the wolf I know her mother warned her of.
I will have wished Venus' husband and her divorced.
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Act 2
Kruger, A man who has been working in the fields comes in for lunch. It has been raining.
(At the same time, Lazarus contemplates his life, still tormented by his love for her.)
Scene 1, Act 2:
Venus
Oh, my dear God in heaven!
Who is this coming into my diner?
Brute can't even wipe his damn feet!
I'm sure it's expected of me to greet him with a smile.
I'd prefer to hit him with my broom."
Kruger
" Why is she looking at me?
Evil wench!
If looks could kill I'd been dead before reaching the table.
My feet feel like I'm wearing cinder blocks.
She better not give me any lip today.
I should ask her for a towel to wipe the mud from my feet.
And look at “el padre” in the corner over there reading his bible book.
What have I walked in to?"
Venus
Worthless heathen thinks he can walk in here and muddy up my floor!
I'll ask if he wants coffee with a smile, but he better not expect me to be nice about it.
I'll leave the broom and mop next to his table.
Maybe he'll get a clue."
Scene 2, Act 2
This scene takes place 24 years after his last encounter with Venus at the diner, and 8 years after Lazarus was orphaned by his mother's passing in 2016. Lazarus is 53 years of age at this point. This also happens at the same time Kruger goes to the diner, with Lazarus still hungry to rekindle the old flame between himself and Venus.
Scene 2, Act 2:
Lazarus
Mother earth has her bout with tears, leaving me to walk with these weighted feet.
It has been twenty-four years past the tenth now, the thunder in my belly churns.
The warmth there is like a furnace; my mother's daughter can't help but compel me.
Orphaned or not, the tears fall from the sky like arrows.
My shaking knees demand kneeling.
Will she approach with greeting smile, or will I be turned away?
For a single drop of water to wet my tongue, I beg for her pardon.
I've been parched with hunger for far too many years.
And, although it was me, the wolf who left her standing,
unattended and without watchful eye,
I wonder if she would offer once more,
her neck to be nibbled upon, by a wolf such as I.
I pray a single drop of dew be waiting.
Let my pack inform her that I'll one day stand before her windows.
"Maybe Luke could compel her to wait for me.,"
.Act 3
Lazarus, still tormented is sitting at a table alone and once again, contemplating his situation.
Scene 1, Act 3:
Lazarus
Why do my knees still tremble?
Deny my nerves, their will.
Do not allow me to bend unto them, a coward.
My honor does not belong to fear.
Will she wait, I wonder...
Wretched wreck of a man, I am!
My nerves must first be settled.
I will not allow myself to fail her again.
Let her greet me tired, worn out, and sick of yesterday.
Too fare are maidens without this season.
Their eyes wander like eagles looking for prey.
Let Venus greet me angry and to be settled from her past,
despising the jaunts of youth.
I've been growing weary with each passing year.
Perhaps, I will find her as I am: tired, worn, and sick of the jaunt,
being envious of those who never strayed.
Does confidence fail me?
Perhaps ...
I could claim title of a rightful coward.
Thunder offers no peace.
No, it churns as a tempest in my belly,
leaving me to wallow in shame.
I could very well buckle and submit myself to its power,
but what would that say of me?
I'm not one to be left viewed as having no spine.
I will rise through this difficulty.
Yes, I will rise...
This new season stands upon us with work left incomplete.
I'll wait until the moon gives way and shows her lunacy absent,
cresting wane on that day, the sabbath 4th.
The sun will rise up again, with a refining knock upon the doors.
Could May be that day of destiny, by chance?
Perhaps, there will be another Wednesday.
No matter! Our day to rest will greet us again.
I've nearly forgotten how to breathe free of worry.
May the gods bless me with her wait.
Let her be a fare maiden no more,
and as a single drop of dew laying on the grass,
eager to quench my thirst ...
that my envy passes like a withered weed
plucked from my mother, the earth.
