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Rhaposdy for the Beast, Movement I, KV. 246/1, Op. 1
O Dusk!
O swelling prelude to night!
Spun o’er an orchestra of wild maples
Coins of dim sunlight
Dancing on the river banks
How the stars jut left and right from the spacious purple and umber
Blanketing the sky;
Stretching o’er the corners of the horizon
Actuating together in a sweeping aria
Trading fluorescent migraines
For crushed corn husks
And the drowsy grass that flinches heavenward
Once they were happy
Drowsy and ticklish,
And whimsical
But the grass falls sharp and spiteful
And venomous
And Night arrives
Without courtesy
Frail and weak
A prophet
Draped in freezing, shadowed robes
Its veil sewn by the star soaked sky
Their wings spread to the cold margins of the Earth
Quivering and palpitating like its bruised heart
Almost as violet as dusk might have been
He mutters empurpled fragments through clenched teeth
"O blistering suns,
pulchritudinous stars,
once they spake truths
and canonized me
and welcomed me into their amorous arms
rapturous
now they hiss at me
they expectorate on my robes
O Giver Of Life
what is to come?
I am not at fault
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