|Some of those whose art was faved.|
If the House Could Talk
If the house could talk, what would it say?
"I knew not how they'd use me that day.
In the early morning, the 17th of July,
Occurred an execution based on a lie.
When I was built, I didn't know I'd be
The site of a murder of royalty."
"11 innocent people died that night,
In my cellar, red blood spilled on white.
Killed by the soldiers, unaware of their fate,
They didn't know it until it was too late.
How could the Bolsheviks go so far
As to murder the family and the ex-czar?"
"I thought they'd be banished to England or France,
I would have warned them, had I the chance.
I'd ask for answers if I could,
But I can't speak. I'm just brick and wood.
What could I do but stand in the city
Empty and lifeless, my rooms filled with pity?"
"The House of Special Purpose was what I was named.
But death was my purpose. It made me ashamed.
Sometimes I swore I could still hear them cry
On the night they were killed, even as time went by.
Almost 60 years after, I was torn to the ground.
Maybe it was fo
Down 23 Steps
“There’s shooting out, you must come down,”
They say, waking me with a knock.
I yawn and sit up with a frown.
Mother of God, it’s twelve o’clock!
“There’s shooting out? What else is new?
Please move and let me have a look.
No? What do you suspect I’ll do?
Can I at least just grab a book?
“A pillow, then; I want to sleep.
Is that really too much to ask?
Let me carry it myself. It’s not a leap
Of faith, or a hard task.”
My sisters come down one by one.
They all look bored and rather dazed.
Natasha whines, “This is no fun!”
The guard’s response is oddly phrased.
“Don’t worry, girl, it won’t last long,”
He says, an odd glint in his eye.
I start to fear that something’s wrong.
I don’t know what. I don’t know why.
Yurovsky then steps out the door;
I wait for him with baited breath.
Soon he returns, “You’ll be no more.
I now sentence you all to death.
Passion Of Deepest Darkness
The war was over and the fields and forests
Smoldered with the carcasses of Europe's men
In Holy Russia, the great upheaval
Arrived to herald civilization's end
Nicholas was prepared for this
Born on the Sixth of May
The celebration of the Feast Of Job
Whose ordeal the Tsar would repeat
In a vision, he had seen two goblets. One bitter, one sweet
And the bitter wine was poured upon his subjects heads
His spirit glowing, he proclaimed:
"Let this cup pass from my country, for I shall drink instead."
His most pious majesty
Reducing his personal fortune to want
All to ease his poor peasants plight
Extending his mercy to the wretched and crooked
Doing his all for the least of his brothers
As we must do for Christ
Yet, the black clouds of doom drew closer
There was naught to hold back their approach
For the Tsar had elected
If his sheep be protected
To suffer the deepest darkness this world can muster
It came in the last days of October
When the banner of the scorpion was raised
The Basement MassacreThere is a knock on my door.
I walk to it, and open it.
It is one of the guards.
"Miss, I am to take you to the basement.
There are riots.
Please Miss, for your safety." he says.
Why would the guards suddenly care for my family's safety?
We are prisoners of the rebellion.
But, I get up, and follow him
to the cellar.
I see my family there.
My sisters, my father and mother.
The guards gather us together.
Their leader pulls out a slip of paper.
He starts reading the orders that we are to be executed,
Before any of us can do anything,
he takes a pisol, and fires at my father's head.
He collapses in a growing stream of blood.
My mother is praying.
She gets shot too,
before she can finish her prayer.
Then they turn to us.
Now I have completely registered in my mind that I,
Daughter of the Russian Tsar,
will die tonight,
in this basement.
The guard that led me here
fires at my chest.
The bullet somehow bounces off my corset.
The other guards shoot at my siste
|Some of those whose art was faved.|
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