The lamb cried
Why must it be me?
I have worship and loved Thee
I have been true and kept faith in your word
Why must you do this? What have I done sir?
Her father placed a hand on her cheek and said,
You are the chosen one, do you not understand?
I ask this of you because, you took my hand
When we married, it was then you agreed
To be sacrificed, to please me
The greatest honor ever to be
Has been bestowed upon thee
Do you not wish to please me?
A tear rolled down her cheek which he gently wiped away
He placed a kiss upon her lips, closing her eyes to pray
With one swift thrust
He brought the dagger down
The soft flesh between her breasts the shaft found
He laughed as he watched her die
He filled a chalice with her blood and cried
You stupid wench. I have just given you to my King
Glory to him! Let his praises reign!
Open the gates of Hell, of the lamb partake
A sacrificial virgin I have forsake
A black cloud filled the room
Along with a darkened sense of doom
Hail Thee master, I hope you are pleased
He proclaimed on bended knees
Satan placed his hand on his shoulder
You have done well. You are a good soldier
Taking the lamb into his arms, he returned
Back through the gate
Into the coals which burn
BOWING TO THE MASSES..
BRAVO, MAGNIFICO, BELLISIMO. (We hear the crowd is yelling after the show)
“OH MY, the crowd loves my performance. I cannot believe that they are standing and clapping, for ME! They love ME they really really love ME. With this type of cheering I must have been fantastic, OH of course I was fantastic. Oh my, someone threw ME flowers.
I will most certainly win an award for best dance performance of the decade. Everyone who is anyone will be at the ceremony. . Hmm… what will I wear? I know that tiny little pink dress that Stefan bought ME on our one year anniversary. Yes that’s it, I’ll wear that dress and I’ll smile and wave to my peers and the judges from the academy who voted for ME.
OH MY, it will be spectacular. Then I must remember to thank everyone I ever met, my acting coach, my speech coach, my dance instructors’, everyone of them from the time I started dancing at age 3 to this very moment. OH and MY publicist, MY agent, the director, OH and of course the composer of this magnificent piece of music.
OH MY, I must have been day dreaming, they are still standing and clapping and cheering for me.
A little curtsy for the people in the front row.
OH MY and I mustn’t forget to bow backwardsto the folks behind ME.
This story is from Steve O’brien at…http://sobnyc.wordpress.com/