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[title] => The Opera
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[bodytext] => The curtains gape open, There’s only darkness… Surrounding you, becoming you… The lights peek through, And reveal the most enthralling being… Wrapped in white lace, A pallid gown of sheer splendor… Eyes cast down, Raven hair flowing freely, Shining brilliantly under the spotlight… The audience shift in their seats with anticipation and excitement... Waiting, Forever waiting for the ghostly statue on the great stage to move… The lovely angel’s head lifted up slowly, Eyes fully exposed; endless blue… Contrasting beautifully with her ebony locks… This inhuman beauty evoked amid sighs of utter delight... She was…perfect. Her bud-like mouth opened, And the sweetest hymn escaped her fine lips… Soft, melancholic, We know not what she spoke of, But it was beautiful, it was harmonious... Boundless, a white dove soaring high, Her voice fluttering along with my heart... The music ceased abruptly, The bellowing song of hatred, sung by the man alongside her... A secret love has been revealed, The Master does not approve, The slave must be punished… Her wings were clipped, Feeble and broken she laid on the cold floor, Tears of remorse descending… A strained poem of pain, and devotion, A perfect hoax… He claimed that he knew what she had done, That he saw her with him… Tears flow more freely now, Sobs emitting from the heart broken angel… She screams No! She was forever devoted to him, Her master, her eternal love… The audience, now on the edge of their seats, Frantically trying to figure out what will happen next… As for me, I knew… I knew what horror was to be seen after this brutal quarrel… The voices rise high, The gruff tones of the male, The high-pitched Melodies of the female... Rising, ascending higher and higher, Intertwining with each other, Creating a bittersweet hymn... Droning, 24 voices joined as one booming sound, Singing in a foreign tongue, yet still enchanting... The Master, insane with jealousy, Slaps the broken dove, Driving the chorus to a hushed silence… Everything was quiet, Not a word was uttered from the stunned audience below… She, la beau ange, shattered, Let out a final burst of energy, Into a cry of defiance, Proclaiming her love, her soul and her heart, To her secret lover… She stabs the Master with her dagger-like words, Of hate, of perpetual disgust… His words seemed to have left him, He just stood like a dumb-founded bust… The chorus rises again, Out from the ashes, reborn from the Silence… A rapid, almost harsh tune is sung, Preparing us, the bewildered audience, For the grand finale… The rhythm became wild, frantic, The damaged seraph now fully restored, Hatred coursing through her veins… She unsheathes her “Master’s” dagger, And with a final cry of love to her enigmatic lover, The charming bird thrusts Death into her heart, Descending to the floor, Forming a pool of white lace, And the horrid lake of blood, Spilling to the stunned Masters feet… Mechanically, he faces us, With tears streaming down his pallid complexion… “Non ho ragione per vivere… Il Mio seraph magnifico è caduto, il Successo, e è morto… Sacrificando la sua vita, Ed il suo amore per un altro… Questa canzone, e la vita ha finito…” (“I have no reason to live, My lovely seraph has fallen, Hit and died… Sacrificing her life and her heart, For another… This song and life, have ended…”) The lights dim into complete obscurity, Leaving us in astonishment, and tears… The blood red curtains veiled the two lifeless bodies, Whispering solemnly into our ears, “Fin…” [comments] => 4 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 43 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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