Scene 1: Song: Bright the Sun

Ephor's Note: Something is very wrong with the midi this supplies. The toms are all off and muted, and worse, the upper strings get messed up! Bear with me while I try to sort this out.

The lights turn red, and the chorus mobilizes on the stage, doing a minimalist but very synchronised dance.

Bright the Sun

Cassandra and Chorus: (chanting)
Phoebus is the god of light
Spitting fire and sweating heat
Haloed by the red sun bright
Stormy starbeams at his feet
Now in muted dark he lies,
Shields his face from lighted skies
Red his fire, red his eyes
In his gloomy temple lies
Apollo
Apollo
I who never gave offense
Have become what he desires
I must cower, flee, or fend
Against the Sun God's ire
He wants me
He wants me
I won't raise my soft white arms
At Apollo's word
I won't yield my virtue but
Defiance went unheard
He gave me
A present
All around me I see
Visions, things yet to come
Ghosts are raised up to me
Many souls come undone

(sings)
I see cities in ruins
My own frightened death
There is sorrow where I raise my eyes.
And the spirits around me
Can speak without breath
They reveal all the sins of their lives.

Bridge.

There's a man bathed in blood by the hand of his wife
Yet his face holds no fear or surprise
Just ineffable grief like his father before
Sorrow passed
Like the blue
Of his eyes.

Cassandra alone: (spoken)
We two will meet;
The cursed will greet.

All: (sung)
Bright the sun
Who can run
From that great shining face?
Bright the sun
Who can hide from Apollo?
Who can save but themselves
In the path of the moon?
Bright the sun
Bright the one
In the dark.

(chanted)
Phoebus is the god of light
Holy lust in holy blaze
No fevered sickness, scar or blight
But prophesy he gave
To punish
Cassandra
Apollo
Apollo

Cassandra: Troy is destined to fall; I know that, yet I'm not to fall with it. Over and over again I see one figure more than any other; the man in his bath of blood. He's not always like that; sometimes he's fighting, or dreaming, or muttering. I don't know his name, but he's dressed like a soldier. A Greek soldier. I don't understand -- why do I see him? Apollo, why show him to me? Apollo, speak to me! The heavens are always forcing their chatter into my mind; why do you now keep silent? End of scene... black.


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