The Sycophant, The Saint And The Gamefox

Prologue -
We are the dying breed of star gazers...
Circling spirits view onto the autopsy table...
Sinners and saints fail to communicate...
But only when the time runs short and the plot thickens...
[editors note: "Shes" a soft skinned
Cannonball, "Hes" a catastrophe that walks like a man]
Chapter 1 – The Sycophant:
("Him" Character) "I speak in means of defense! Who else is
Gonna' do it?!"
We could form a mountain from his lies
A man made disappointment
The answers came from the avalanche...
("Her" Character)
She played so many ghosts without a song
While reaching for a gift with 6 ways to open it
You started to worry you dealt yourself the hand
Now, with your ship-wreck stories, you say you didn't understand...
Here's me: Sick of your ship-wreck stories...
("Him") "Lets see the look on your face when I make this work"
[These vultures were in love
Picked apart...
Hungry for the others heart...]
("Her") "If you should find
Yourself marching through sleep... Trust me..."
"LOOK TO THE LIGHTS!!"
Chapter 2 - The Saint:
("Him) "What are you running from?!"
Panic swells his eyes in forms of color...
Now, shes a beautiful blue and grey...
[a crime off PASSION]
Chapter 3 - The Gamefox:
("?") "Are there problems in the air?
Or are you just not breathing?
You pretty locust, you...
...I still have a motive...."
[Its like a bear trap on concrete
Restrictions on my feet
To keep me from finding the truth...]
"YOUR TRUTH!
THE TRUTH?!
I'M DONE!
THE.. END!!"