DESCRIPTION:
I am locked away
wrapped in the fillets of a priestess
wailing like the madwoman
waiting for a nation to tip its ear to me

blessed by Apollo
he could not rescind this wild gift
and so he spat in my mouth
when I turned away from him

(there began my descent)

I am only a thin woman with a nightmare
in my head and a choir of doom in my ears
and visions visions

my black eyes see too far
this mouth so far from mute
my faint breaths are poisoned by storms
too rough for this world's magic

I am all about destiny
I am all about fate
I am all about your future
and yet you turn away from me

in this cracked and tragic land
everywhere I stand is a sacred place
and shadowed

(you are all so enamored of violence)

such terrible pictures play
on the backs of my eyes

(do not turn away from me)

you call in prophets
and marvel in their little news
while I am underground
and no audience stands or sits
to hear me
and so I wrap the night around my shoulders

in my dreams you are all busy dying
you are so pale when you die

(let me save you)

my loves
you are so devastating to look upon
when I trawl your eyes and see your graves
I hear your little spines about to crack
and know no Trojan hero shall live

it is so quiet in here
I can hear the blood of Troy
which will flood the streets

swimming in such deep sea
I look up from this cellar
to see a starless room
and know with an awful knowing
of what will
what must come

I hear bells and horses
waves and wars
I see floors of blood
and I do not sleep
your deaths are swimming
over and over
in the oceans of my mouth

(do not disappear me)

there is no glory in this
no time for me to rise up
in robes and call for you people
you sad and doomed people
to behold

Troy
how do you sleep?

Clytemnestra
before you raise your hand to me
don't you wish to know
how you will fall
and who will take you down?