(Scene: dimply lit, windowless room deep in the McAlistair Manor. Priscilla and the doll Jasper sit and play cards. Jasper is naturally awkward at it, but Priscilla is patient and the game manages to be played.) 

PRISCILLA: 
Club and spade I raise, here in this parlor in this never ending game we play 
And we hide, just you and I, as day fades into day 
Hidden in our room, with a game that no one ever seems to win or lose 
And the shades of flames remain from a world we keep far away 

JASPER: 
Ghosts of towns, ghosts of cities 
Games that brought its sad demise 
The only way to end the game 
One who plays must sacrifice 

PRISCILLA: 
Diamonds now I raise, outside we’d die and there is nowhere else I’d rather stay 
In the scrawl beyond these walls in a cold and coarse and vicious place 
Here where there’s no time, there’s no loss or lies or need to speak of sacrifice 
It’s no way to win a game and why else would a person play? 

JASPER: 
Ghosts of games, you’re always caught in 
Games you play but cannot win 
The only way the game can die 
One who plays must sacrifice 

(The scene shifts to the outside world. The young [bad word] is out in a three police man squad raiding homes and executing guilty citizens) 

SOLDIER 7285: 
And on the day [bad word] it’s over 
And you will have your fate laid out and spun, it’s execution 
And you may pray if you [bad word] 
It’s on that day you’re duty’s done 

(Return to the Manor where Priscilla and Jasper play cards) 

JASPER: 
Ghosts of Fay, the child I loved 
Whose eyes and smile you remind me of 
In the years I’ve been trapped here 
Only you [bad word] to love 

ghost am I, one if they knew of 
Who, with you, [bad word] and kill 
Ghosts of death I wish to die 
But sacrifice so you might live 

Ghosts of love, of little girls you 
Talked and watched as they grew up 
Ghosts of things and rings and gifts 
You give to them so they might live 

Ghosts of towns, ghosts of cities 
Games that brought their sad demise 
The only way to end the game 
One who plays must sacrifice 

PRISCILLA: 
Hearts and now I fold, you can’t mean that you just dream of death and wish to go? 
You’re my soul, my angel 
The only thing that keeps me whole 

How can you want to die? All this time and all these years that slowly pass on by 
You’re alive so I don’t die? 
What kind of twisted sacrifice… 

(Scene once again shifts to the young police soldier, Soldier 7285, carrying out his duties) 

SOLDIER 7285: 
And on the day [bad word] it’s over 

And you will have your fate laid out and spun, it’s execution 
And you may pray if you [bad word] 
It’s on that day you’re duty’s done