From the Bishop of Hippo
This scene in his study. He sits at the table, with his book of Ovid and a Bible.
“Na! I have no wish to see him,
Since now he dwells on the darker side.
Even still, despite the distance, it terrifies me to notice
How my mind has walked his ways;
now late at night, I hide him ‘neath my pillow,
then drift into my dreams of holy places;
made of gladness after toil.
Then moves near me his monstrous shadow
his codex and his quill, as-if about to strike me
as his mock of mocks. But I, uplift the cross
and rosary to hurl that whorish beast away.
Leave me my Only Lord, let my tired limbs now sleep.
Father, let him free- the liar that he be-
to fade in the inferno as Apollo walks to dust,
to drown alive among the Sirens in the swamp of Styx.
Let him brace with Proserpine,
then drift as lost as Orpheus, with a weary harping hand aching for the semblance of Eurydice.
No, no mere fumbled string can snap the sinews of inferno’s pit.
King of the Heavens, set a curse upon these things
...Why, still I veer towards them ?....
...But...
as dung is spread about the field enriching greater harvest
so do these filthy pagans spread their poetry to my aid".
Composed by K.J McGuigan
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