Scene 4: Pygmalion, walking alone under a moonlit night
Pygmalion:
One night I thought my genius rose
Above the fates of gods and their creation
For once the spirit denied the mortal laws
No god deterred a limitless imagination
Galatea was the child of my mind
Years I worked in the stillness of the night
When man and beast close their idle eyes
And lived without both man’s truth and lies
While I labored for an image of perfection
She was both companion to the mind and heart
With with the spirit content, with the labor done
I declared that over you gods I’d won
For there she stood, of my victory the annunciation
Yet when minds grow weary, the heart takes the stage
Hitherto freedom was a limitless quest
Yet now it was a human desire
I denied Appolo, and cursed my fate:
That while my spirit may roam far above
I shall be creator of beauty, yet know not love
And with a heart full of sorrow and of rage
I prayed Venus, to make human out of divine
An earthly love out of a perfect design
Thence for a year I saw happiness in Galatea
And embraced the bars of this blissful cage
But while Galatea received the gift of life
She no longer was the creature of my dream
Day after day, my gift to her the more withdrawn
conquered by a god’s curse: that she may know time
She could not show love when of marble stone
Yet she was my gift to a never-ending future
That ever lives in hope of a new dawn
Venus! My Galatea was eternal
But yours shall know that hourglass we call age
The Artist creates beyond the laws of time
But when gods conspire with the human inside
Everlasting Art, ever the victim of their crime!
Venus! No love is true with the spirit tied
Take back that which is a cruel imitation
Take back what you gave in the name of heart
Give back the product of Mind’s creation
Give back my gift to a distant generation
Return to me the genius of my Art!
By Comte Almaviva
Pygmalion:
One night I thought my genius rose
Above the fates of gods and their creation
For once the spirit denied the mortal laws
No god deterred a limitless imagination
Galatea was the child of my mind
Years I worked in the stillness of the night
When man and beast close their idle eyes
And lived without both man’s truth and lies
While I labored for an image of perfection
She was both companion to the mind and heart
With with the spirit content, with the labor done
I declared that over you gods I’d won
For there she stood, of my victory the annunciation
Yet when minds grow weary, the heart takes the stage
Hitherto freedom was a limitless quest
Yet now it was a human desire
I denied Appolo, and cursed my fate:
That while my spirit may roam far above
I shall be creator of beauty, yet know not love
And with a heart full of sorrow and of rage
I prayed Venus, to make human out of divine
An earthly love out of a perfect design
Thence for a year I saw happiness in Galatea
And embraced the bars of this blissful cage
But while Galatea received the gift of life
She no longer was the creature of my dream
Day after day, my gift to her the more withdrawn
conquered by a god’s curse: that she may know time
She could not show love when of marble stone
Yet she was my gift to a never-ending future
That ever lives in hope of a new dawn
Venus! My Galatea was eternal
But yours shall know that hourglass we call age
The Artist creates beyond the laws of time
But when gods conspire with the human inside
Everlasting Art, ever the victim of their crime!
Venus! No love is true with the spirit tied
Take back that which is a cruel imitation
Take back what you gave in the name of heart
Give back the product of Mind’s creation
Give back my gift to a distant generation
Return to me the genius of my Art!
By Comte Almaviva
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