Prologus: The curtain rises… A tragedy unfolds in the theatre of my life. A winter scene rests beneath a feral moon. Dusk shrouds a dying sun as a murder of crows skims a roaming trail in the black snow…

Actus Primus: I wander through the cold abyss
as the forest bathes in moonlit mists.
Beneath the starless nocturnal vault,
a pack of wolves for the Ravenlord howl.
Polar winds sigh laments for me –
“De profundis clamavi…”

Actus Secundus: Mauled by the hounds of Artemis,
virgin Goddess of the Moon.
I mutter dark soliloquys –
prelude to my doom.
This vale of tears,
where the serpent crawls –
hallowed icon of the Fall.
In the garden of Eden,
like Arachne, Eve,
at her Belial encounter,
a sinner cloth weaved.
Now my god too
sends me away,
but to a pious heaven
beyond the Sodom veil…

Actus Tertius: Oh, velvet death,
immortal beloved,
kiss me, fly me away –
On thy raven wings,
to where the Siren sings
a newborn celestial day…

Epilogus: The final sunset: Helios has fallen for ever at the bleak horizon. His blood stains an opaque sky. As I compose a Requiem for a set sun, I vanish into the darksome vortex of death. And so the curtain falls…

DRAMATIS FINIS


Explanation: This opera tells the story of a person who lost his beloved and it describes the world seen through his eyes. When we loose someone we love or when that person leaves us, it is never easy to pick up our lives again. Other people may try to make us feel better, but in the end we are all on our own to overcome the dark times.

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