justprompts [stage]
The stage was stained that night,the blood seeped into the hardwood floor.
simply because of three, of four, and five lives.
Three lives were spilled that night.
Three lives taken, stolen and lost.
All because of one.
The fifth ran away.
The Singer:
she was the bird, the kept woman
she saw the world, she saw the beauty, the pain,
she saw it all.
She saw everything, from behind her cage,
her contract.
All she wanted to do was see, to sing.
she was too vain, too greedy
And all she wanted was to be free.
She was the truly blessed one, for she was free.
Even if it took seventeen years to achieve such.
The Father:
He was the failure, the father.
he raised a child, lived his life, murdered others,
for her.
He would stay up late at night, praying for a life amidst the murders.
his wife’s.
He lied, stole, laughed and killed.
he could never forget, never live beyond his memories.
In the end- he got those memories, heard her voice calling.
He raised his daughter, and found his wife.
Even if it took seventeen years to achieve such.
The King:
He was the king, the owner of GenCo
his life was wonderful, a shining gem in a world of death,
seventeen years ago.
He had a beauty on the arm, and a bird on the stage.
He was going to give it all to his protégée, his adoptive son, his doctor.
He trusted him, with his life, with his love’s life.
and he stole it.
Oh- he got his revenge, poisoned his love, murdered his bird, and shot his doctor.
he got his revenge. He was the true winner.
Even if it took seventeen years to achieve such.
Their blood stained a girl’s dress, and left a trail as she fled.
She would not be part of this series of memories- she would chase that morning, remember, and create her own legacy.
And it only took a moment- not seventeen years, to achieve such.
Four were buried, and the fifth ran away.
off that stage, and into the light.
this is opera after all.
simply because of three, of four, and five lives.
Three lives were spilled that night.
Three lives taken, stolen and lost.
All because of one.
The fifth ran away.
The Singer:
she was the bird, the kept woman
she saw the world, she saw the beauty, the pain,
she saw it all.
She saw everything, from behind her cage,
her contract.
All she wanted to do was see, to sing.
she was too vain, too greedy
And all she wanted was to be free.
She was the truly blessed one, for she was free.
Even if it took seventeen years to achieve such.
The Father:
He was the failure, the father.
he raised a child, lived his life, murdered others,
for her.
He would stay up late at night, praying for a life amidst the murders.
his wife’s.
He lied, stole, laughed and killed.
he could never forget, never live beyond his memories.
In the end- he got those memories, heard her voice calling.
He raised his daughter, and found his wife.
Even if it took seventeen years to achieve such.
The King:
He was the king, the owner of GenCo
his life was wonderful, a shining gem in a world of death,
seventeen years ago.
He had a beauty on the arm, and a bird on the stage.
He was going to give it all to his protégée, his adoptive son, his doctor.
He trusted him, with his life, with his love’s life.
and he stole it.
Oh- he got his revenge, poisoned his love, murdered his bird, and shot his doctor.
he got his revenge. He was the true winner.
Even if it took seventeen years to achieve such.
Their blood stained a girl’s dress, and left a trail as she fled.
She would not be part of this series of memories- she would chase that morning, remember, and create her own legacy.
And it only took a moment- not seventeen years, to achieve such.
Four were buried, and the fifth ran away.
off that stage, and into the light.
this is opera after all.