Concerto: Bishop
Audio:
https://drive.google.com/open?id=0BwtqyZ6L7FpjcFgzOE5hU0t5QmM
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Crystalline air simmers
Between blades cutting
Dawn in broad whispers
Stained glass, their vectors
Hymns a choir their resonance
In rising echoes enraptured
Now fading hums to capture
A silence without dissonance
Myrrh's enveloping tendrils
Accent the chapel's song
For tithes kept only for him
Bishop entreats the throng
A hypocrite's homily
Intones from his lips, his mitre
Inspires a proud crowning
His head, this bullet's finale
Beneath tolling bell I lay
Timorous their ringing
Ubiquitous in expectation
Setting death's messenger
In cradle of the chamber
The sun assents a flare
Glinting in my lenses' glare
Our last, final inhalation
Before the performance begins
The trigger begs reprieve
A tug, a shudder, a squeeze
Before booming in ecstasy
Cracking air and glass asunder
Her deadly flourish descends
And death's messenger sings
Before blooming in revelry
For Bishop's final homily
Scarlet graces the altar
A sacrifice, indeed, ignites
The congregations' screams
Their cries, their applause
Beseech an encore from me
But a perfect performance calls
The crimson curtains drawn
Now reverently I leave
His masterpiece for the dawn