For the Road Is Long

NOTE:  IT IS MY INTENTION THAT MY AUDIENCE LISTENS TO THE ORIGINGAL SONG THAT I HAVE POSTED IN THE BELOW THUMBNAIL WHILE READING THE REWORKED LYRICS AND THE STORY I HAVE SCRIPTED FOR THEM WITHIN THIS POST; I WANT YOU TO DO SO BECAUSE THAT WILL HELP CREATE THE MOOD I AM ATTEMPTING TO DEPICT.  PLEASE DO SO, AND ENJOY.

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The setting is Justine preparing to go out with Tom on the Moors to acquire her powers, bundling herself up in her room, even as she shows us her misgivings, sighing..

Tom, confidently: You've just got to stay together
Justine, annoyed:  I'm not falling apart...
Tom, seriously:  Just know it isn't easy when you sever...
Justine, cynically, while stabbing her finger through Tom's chest:  Bet it's easy when lack a heart. 
At this, Tom just smiles and shrugs his hands.

Justine, turning still preparing, but with a worried look:  But me, I fear of a division  (She clasps her her hand over her heart.)  
And can't make up your mind...(Her face turns downcast.)
Tom, placing his hand on her shoulder, smiling confidently:  Then we must get it in position
And move it on down the line.  (She turns her head back to him, giving a solid nod in the affirmative.)
Cut to the view of the window from the outside, as Justine tosses a blanket rope out the window.

Justine and Tom, singing together, she descends, while he hovers beside her:  And the road is long, it's a long hard climb...
Tom, placing his hands behind his head, while looking up at the full moon: I've been on that road for too long a time...
Justine, focusing on climbing:  Yes, the road is long, and it winds and winds...
She moves her hand to her neck, remembering something, before turning melancholy.
When I think of the love that I left behind.  
She looks briefly back up at the window before we cut to see her mother's crucifix, forgotten on her dresser, even as she pauses in her descent. 

The scene and time shifts now to Tom and Justine a little further down the road, now on the outskirts of town.
Justine, looking down while clasping her cloak from shivering, still following Tom, who's floating a little on ahead:  Just what is our destination?
Cut briefly to a close-up camera shot looking at Tom's face as a thin smile crosses it.
Stop and talk to me
Camera shot of Tom and Justine proceeding towards the camera as it matches their pace, but not showing anything above Tom's nose.
I might rest easy in the knowing
But suspense, it's killing me. (Closeup of her eyes and breath.)

Tom, gazing forward, not looking at her:  Just remember how they hurt you, honey
Recall what made this journey start
Tom, smiling serenely (for him) into the night sky:  In time this road, it will be sunny
He turns back to her, as compassionately as possible:  And let that ease your heart.  (He strokes her hair, but she doesn't look up.)

Tom, placing his hand on her back as she continues with him:  For the road is long, it's a long hard climb
Justine her spirits visibly brightened:  Guess I've been on this road too long of a time...
Tom agreeably smiling, and looking forward, but a touch wistful: Yes the road is long, and it winds and winds...
Justine, turning melancholy again:  When I think of the things that I left behind...
She glances back at the church steeple in the distance behind them, only to have her observant guide steer her chin 
straight with a single icy finger, as the instrumental begins, and the audience's view  shifts to a panorama of the town and surrounding 
countryside which ultimately leads us to an overview of the swamplands.


The scene is now Justine, with Tom next to her, standing at the edge of the forest adjoining the marsh, and dropping a single wheat seed into a
shallow hole.
Make me up a bed of roses
Justine, slightly uncertain:  Just what here are we growing?
Tom, proudly:  Wait, and something grand you'll find (Cut to see her foot cover up the hole by stamping dirt in it.)
Come dawn, the fruit it will showing
So just give it a little time.

Justine, reclining beneath a large oak, shutting her eyes:  Don't talk to me about tomorrow
I'm really too weary to care  (She waves him away dismissively with her hand.)
This heart, it's filled with too much sorrow
That nobody's soul should bear.

Tom just staring back at her drowsy form with a face like a mask:  Well the road is long, it's a long hard climb
Justine, continuing to nod:  I've been on that road too long of a time
Tom, somberly:  Yes the road is long, and it winds and winds
Justine, ever more drowsy:  And I think of the love that I left behind...
At this we flashback to when she was climbing, her starting to go back to to retrieve her cross, only to have Tom, glaring at this, 
curse the cord with his eyes, thereby causing an apron string to come undone, resulting in a tumble which forces her her to
continue.  Back in the present, the music drifts on, and Justine with it, leading her into slumber...