On Choir Stalls - Attic

Margaret:

«Choir practice today

There’s no excuse to stay away»

Alice was still in bed

A piercing pain, in her head

Her condition got worse

A fellow Sister:

«If you don’t go, you’ll be coerced»

So she made her way up to the choir

Margaret:

«Sing!»

She could hardly climb the stairs

Margaret:

«Sing like an angel!»

Alice:

«Oh God,» she cried

«There's blood on the choir stalls»

Her pregnancy exposed, blood has drenched her clothes

«Oh God, my child»

Her blood on the choir stalls

Margaret:

Brazen Pharisee, you broke your chastity"

A stream of blood like claret

And the child came out dead

The sisters were petrified in fear

Margaret:

«No!

You won’t blemish and defile

These halls no more

I’ll get rid of the child

You others, clean that floor!»

Margaret:

«Sin!

Fornication means damnation!

…Damnation!»

Alice:

«Oh God,» she cried

«There's blood on the choir stalls»

Her pregnancy exposed, blood has drenched her clothes

«Oh God, my child»

Her blood on the choir stalls

Margaret:

Brazen Pharisee, you broke your chastity"

The pain was sharp and searing

Like a hot coal, burning in her stomach

Like being eaten from inside

Margaret:

«Take her away

To the tower

She brought disgrace on this holy place

Isolated she shall dwell

In her tower cell

No on should ever to speak to her… again»