Title: “Here I Go Again: A Tragedy of the Wandering Soul”
Setting: A dark, stormy night. The winds howl as the protagonist, Sir Valour, a knight of fortune and folly, stands alone in the middle of a desolate road. He is garbed in battle-worn armor, his face obscured by the shadows. A long journey lies behind him, and before him, the path is uncertain.
ACT I, Scene 1
(A barren plain. Sir Valour stands center stage, gazing into the distance. A storm rages about him. He speaks to himself.)
Sir Valour:
What wretched fate hath led me here once more?
Alas, a knight of fortune, yet so spent,
With naught but memories of yore to guide me.
The road is mine, though none will walk it with me.
I wander ‘neath the moon, forsaken by all,
With naught but my own company to bear.
What cruel jest, that none but I shall ride,
Yet ever onward must my feet be set.
Here I go again, as I have oft before,
A soul unchained, yet still by sorrow bound.
(He pauses, looking towards the heavens.)
Sir Valour:
Do I chase a dream or flee from Fate itself?
Wherefore have I been cast adrift in this tempest,
With no hand to guide me, no heart to join my quest?
Each step a heavy burden, yet my will is firm,
For what else is left, save for my quest alone?
Enter Hector, a fellow knight of noble birth, but full of doubts and fear.
Hector:
Good Valour, wherefore dost thou march,
A lone soul in the tempest’s grasp?
Is it not to thy honor that I speak?
I have known thee, a knight of great renown,
Yet see how thou dost fall—alone, and weary.
What foolishness! What madness is this pursuit?
Sir Valour:
Hector, thy words are like the wind—
Rough and unkind, and but a moment’s truth.
What is life but a lonely road to walk,
Where fate and fortune lead us both astray?
I shall not yield to fear nor falter now,
For though I walk alone, I walk in truth.
Hector:
But truth is cold, and hope but fleeting.
Wherefore dost thou continue this ill-fated march?
Is not the end to be known,
And is there naught left to see?
Turn back, dear friend, ere thou dost meet thy doom.
Sir Valour:
Nay, Hector, though my path be fraught with strife,
I shall not turn, nor turn away from life.
A knight must march, though no applause be heard,
And face his fate, though that fate be unkind.
‘Tis not the world that guides me now,
But my own heart—my strength, my vow!
ACT I, Scene 2
(The scene changes. Sir Valour stands at a crossroad, his hand on his sword, but the winds grow stronger.)
Sir Valour:
The storm may rage, and time may flee,
But what is time, if not the measure of a man?
I go again, with naught but memory’s flame,
And though the heavens speak in thunder’s name,
I shall not halt, nor wait for dawn’s first light.
For what is life, if not a fight?
(A pause, as Sir Valour looks out over the horizon. He lifts his sword high.)
Sir Valour:
Here I go again, with every step a test.
No hand to hold, no heart to share my quest,
Yet forward still, I march unto the night.
For though I falter, my will shall be my might!
ACT II, Scene 1
(The storm subsides. Sir Valour has reached the edge of a great city. He stands before its gates, weary yet resolute.)
Sir Valour:
Now, at last, the end may come,
Yet still I go again, for I am not undone.
Though every journey brings its trials and woe,
‘Tis in the going that the soul doth grow.
Here I stand, but I will never kneel—
For in my heart, this quest I shall fulfill.
(The gates open slowly, as though inviting him to step into a new chapter. Sir Valour enters, his silhouette growing smaller in the distance.)
Chorus (offstage):
Thus, Sir Valour, though alone, did find his way,
Through trials deep, and nights of endless gray.
For in his heart, he knew the road would end,
But the journey—ah, the journey—was his friend.
Here he goes again, as many before him,
And many to come will follow his steps,
In this endless dance of fate and free will.
Curtain.
source
History of Sorts 
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