3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

In reign of Eznorb Id been scrutinised
The rogue impaled himself upon my sword
Id twirled the highly polished blade like this
In candle light in front of his fierce eyes
He charged at me despite the warning flash
What irony as Eznorb stays at large
Fairy Flambus
I burnt off rubbish day and night I toiled
Until I got a dose of whooping cough
The crew of fairy citizens sacked me
He took me under his wing none else would
Manslaughter is our article of faith
Earl Catar
What things more mar your marginal career?
Murtherio
I punched a fellows chest as he was rude
Days later word reached me hed collapsed
Effect not following cause Im innocent
Fairy Flambus
My hero he is bold yet hard to pin
Like Prester John in times of trouble yore
You wont hear Murtherio pontificate
Like fairies separating rubbish types
This wooden crate dry rot and rusty nails
Incinerated one by caldera
Murtherio
As citizens we do the dirty work
Were paid in crystalline gold under bench

Act 4 Scene 2
A peat bog star fort six hail canons periodically booming from the battlements

Burning Bush
What do you want from me in cataclysm?
Eznorb
We were once brothers sharing single roof
Burning Bush
Are this day brothers though on frosty terms
My exile voluntarily was done
Youve stopped advanced development of guns
Youve propped up foreign wars in etiquette
Imposed a rationale not reality
As homicide is decked in many shades
A scratching spear or grazing pike infect
The end can be so painfully drawn out
Hail canons sonic boom you witness here
Perhaps we can shield forest farm and lake
Was happy here on bogs just tinkering
With natural gas plants Ive made myself
These anaerobic food scrap drums and tubes
Ply our gas cooker smokeless methane gas
The run off is recycled fertilizer
Jester Bobo
My scars are from a war by guns unspoilt
See halberd cuts above the hips left scars
The round skull dent despite the helmet worn
Burning Bush
Of injury the picture you present
Im proud of mine from science experiment
With flammable pitch thats called greek fire
Magnesium strips I tested burnt my back
The white scars branch like lower skin red as flames
Eznorb
He was quite fearless when we were small boys--