Jimmy Cliff – I Can See Clearly Now



Good morning to you if you are waking, and Good evening to those in Australia about to have dinner.  Here is a wonderful song to inspire hopefully. From Jimmy Cliff, the classic “I can see clearly.”   Enjoy, and have a good one!

“I Can See Clearly Now”

I can see clearly now the rain is gone.
I can see all obstacles in my way.
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind.
It’s gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.
It’s gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.

Oh, yes I can make it now the pain is gone.
All of the bad feelings have disappeared.
Here is that rainbow I’ve been praying for.
It’s gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.

(ooh…) Look all around, there’s nothing but blue skies.
Look straight ahead, there’s nothing but blue skies.

I can see clearly now the rain is gone.
I can see all obstacles in my way.
Here is that rainbow I’ve been praying for.
It’s gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.
It’s gonna be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.
It’s going to be a bright (bright)
bright (bright) sunshiny day.
Yeah, hey, it’s gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright)
sunshiny day.

The Maze of Greed – SS.


Scar drags Mariela away from the Masquerade Ball and into the Maze of Greed.

Scene setting : The Maze of Greed.

Co-written with Dessy.



The great maze of the Kingdom of Greed.


Dessy:  Mariela didn’t get much of a chance to see what was going on before she was dragged away – quite forcibly – by Scar. Mariela looked at him as he spoke, his eyes pleading. She just nodded her head and followed him as he pulled her out of the ballroom, using her free hand to lift up her dress so it would easier to run. She certainly didn’t want to trip on it – that wouldn’t be very good. As Scar pulled away from the ballroom, she could hear Lydia screaming his name from behind them. Soon, they were heading towards the maze.


They made it down the stairs, and passed by the hedge walls and by the stone statues. Scar was still pulling her along, and finally Mariela stopped and pulled her gloved hand away from Scar. “Scar!” she started, dropping the bottom of her dress. “What is going on? Why didn’t we stop and go help Lydia?” she asked the questions, crossing her arms under her chest as she did so. “And why did you drag me all the right here?” she asked, looking at him from behind her mask.


Razorbackwriter:  The high pitched screech from Lydia did not deter Scar from his mission, to get Mariela as far away from the ball room as he possibly could. The leaf litter spun and twirled as he dragged Mariela through the entrance of the maze, but he came to an abrupt halt, when Mariela pulled her gloved hand out from his grasp. “Scar!! With panicked eyes, he turned his head – his body twisting to look back at the Duchess, who was now deeply upset to be taken from the ball room.

“What is going on? Why didn’t we stop and go help Lydia?”

The young innocent witch was more than just upset. She folded her arms indignantly and stared down Scar – her beautiful eyes glinting from behind the mask. A raven that was sitting on top of the tall hedge wall cawed at the pair, and Scar shot a glance back at the castle, before turning to face Mariela. He took two steps towards her as Mariela continued to question his actions.

“And why did you drag me all the right here?”

Scar’s heart was beating wildly, and he reached up and actually removed his infamous black hat. Beneath it, a shock of jet black hair fell down, partially covering his reddening eyes. The Alp was aghast that the girl simply didn’t understand the dangers that faced her within that ball room.

“You ….You don’t get it do you? This….ALL THIS! Why do you think Lydia planned this ball? Why do you think that every noble and Prince of Hell is in that very room?!” Scar’s chest was rising and falling fast and you could see the absolute fear in his eyes. “You…..Mariela. You are the key to Lydia’s plans against Gabriel.”

For once, the truth was finally been said by the most unlikely of creatures. The alp was meant to serve Lydia, but in the days leading up to the ball, he had fallen for the innocent young witch. Every word he had said to her….was true. Beneath the blanket of the dark night, the Alp would say the words that could make Mariela finally understand why Scar had stayed so close.

Pointing back up at the castle, the Alp uttered. “The party is already a setting for murder. The attacks have begun.”Course he spoke of the fighting that had led him to drag her from the party. Little did he know what was now going on inside. Though he could make a pretty good guess.

“A deal will be struck and when two forces of evil go head to head…..someone always pays the price.”


By now the Alp was right in Mariela’s face. His breath could easily be felt upon her skin.

“She sensed your greatness. She knew it all along. The book of Shadows. Don’t you get it?

Suddenly, there was a loud crack behind them and a sing song voice.

“……I trusted you.”

It was a woman’s voice.



Dessy:  Scar had this panicked look in his eyes – for reasons Mariela didn’t know why. She tilted her head to the side, perfect blonde curls falling off of her shoulder as she did so, her green eyes having a questioning look to them. She stood there, waiting for an answer – anything, really. They should have stopped and helped Lydia, but instead they ran. Why? What for? Scar took steps toward her, and Mariela just narrowed her eyes, waiting for an answer. He removed his hat, and Mariela widened her eyes for a second before focusing back on Scar and her questions.

He started speaking, and Mariela saw the fear in his red eyes, and this caused her to frown. “Me?” she asked in shock. “What do I have to do with all of this? What plans against Gabriel? I don’t understand!” she spoke, her hands falling back to her sides. He continued talking, and Mariela furrowed her eyebrows in frustration. She still didn’t understand. Scar was, now, right in Mariela’s face, and she could feel his breath on her face. “What price? Scar, this isn’t making any sense…” she spoke.

What did all of this have to do with her? As far as she knew, she was just the Dutchess of Greed, and Lydia had taken a liking to her when they first met. Now, Lydia was using her against Gabriel? She didn’t understand. “Greatness? I’m just a witch! There’s nothing great about me!” she spoke in a confused tone. Greatness? What greatness? All she knew was that she came from a long line of witches – but there was nothing great about them, or her. “No. I don’t get it, Scar.” Then a voice came from behind her.

Mariela stopped and turned her body around slowly to take a look at who was behind her.


Razorbackwriter:  Scar’s eyes slowly started to close as he recognized the voice coming from behind them. It had an almost sickening tone to it, dripping with loathing and hate. There was a sharp fluttering sound, as the black raven descended from the tall hedge wall and turned back into the same tall man that had accompanied Lydia down the stairs in the ball room. He was dressed the same, and he held in his hand a simple silver mirror. The mirror was held with a tight grip around it’s handle, and within the glass was a very familiar face.

“I must say….I am so disappointed in you, Scar.” The Princess of Greed was directing all her focus towards the Alp, who now had turned around, but in doing so was keeping Mariela safely tucked behind him. For once, the cheeky Alp had lost all his sense of fun and wit, taking the Princess….his Mistress head on. Scar had his hat held in behind him, and he gave the hat a slight flick as he went to engage the Princess. His hope was that Mariela could see the shake of his hat, as he silently tried to urge her to take it.

“What can I say? I never was that great at taking orders. Not from the likes with someone as black of heart as you.”

Lydia let out a loud laugh, tilting her head back as she found Scar’s words to be pathetic. “Since when did you ever care about a woman’s heart? I always thought you were too wrapped up in a set of tits to even bother to care for a woman truly.” The Princess was playing on the Alp’s unnatural obsession with breasts, but little did she know that the Alp had been bewitched by the young Mariela the moment he laid eyes on her.

Again the Alp gave the hat behind his back a flick. Silently hoping Mariela would snatch it from him. The hat…was his true power and he was willing to surrender it to the Witch, in order to save her.

“I won’t let you harm her, Lydia. You so much as lay a finger on her, I will become your worst nightmare!” At this precise moment, the Alp tossed the hat with a sharp flick to Mariela, as he made a run at the raven man, holding the mirror. Scar’s fist hurtling towards the gilded hand mirror, smashing it on impact. As the glass fell to the ground, you could hear Lydia scream. The raven man tossed the remaining mirror into the nearest hedge and started to fight with the Alp, as he yelled back at Mariela.


The Alp started to smash his fist into the face of the raven man, who was staggering back bleeding. Scar could definitely hold his own….but for how long?