Clytemnestra Sings

 

King Agamemnon sprawls lifeless -

Blood pooling beneath his

Ragged beard

upon the stones of the palace floor

Dead eyes still open in shock and rage . . . 

Cassandra breaks through the 

Chains of Bondage

Bursting through the prison cage

of his perverse desires

Casting off the rags of slavery . . . 

While Clytenmestra shudders

at the deed she chose in rage and horror

as

trembling hands drop the bloody ax

It clatters upon the stones of the palace floor;

her eyes clouded with terror 

at the blood-soaked horror before her - 

she looks upon his once-loved face

his blood now flowing in 

little rivers

between the 

stones of the palace floor . . . 

she smiles a bit, then turns away

and 

Clytemnestra

sings

again.