BLACK DREAM | Part of THE GREEKS season

"Like a spider, he is carrying me seaward step by step--a nightmare, a black nightmare. Oh! Oh!"

It is finished.

Troy is gone.

Old life, old hearth and home, destroyed.

And now Hecuba, Cassandra, Andromache, Helen and a chorus of fallen women await their fate.

No grief can encompass what they feel. No funeral song. They sing the death song of a city, a culture, a whole population.

Troy stands for all of us. A civilisation going down in blood and fire.

But the Gods are angry.

"When a man sacks a town and destroys everything...the same destruction, sooner or later, will fall on his own head."

Some agonies are beyond telling - others must be told.