Ra-Ra-Rasputin

 

Ra-Ra-Rasputin

He found himself humming it again, a krovavyy earworm. He knew it was an earworm because he was a mystic, and that is the krovavyy word as it came to him, as many things did, as he was a psychic.

Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Lover of the Russian Queen

Now this was interesting. He knew this to be true. She did love him. Yet he did not love her either. The tune again, or was it a song, he could not tell, seemed prophetic in its telling, for he was quite the ladies' man.

Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia's greatest Love machine

The power, the influence, the rule, again all true, he danced kazachok wunderbar for sure. But bible was his book, the healing in the song he knew not to be prophetic, but rumours spread by him. Was this song simply a krovavyy recall?

Ra-Ra-Rasputin

Krovavyy earworm, won't you go away, you're occupying my mystic mind with things I already know. Yes, the queen believes the rumours, I know, the rhythmic tune affecting his thoughts, as he pondered the boy's disease and his dilemma.

Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Lover of the Russian Queen

The power he had attained was wondrous. No longer sleeping under bridges, he was within a palace, not so grand as the queen's, but a palace many dukes had never seen, sipping a wine brought to him by the high and mighty, those above him.

Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia's greatest Love machine

And then the earworm revealed its true prophetic yield; the wine he drank was poisoned by the high-ranking genteel who had gifted it to him. This thought came into his mind, just as he took the last gulp from his chalice of wine.

Krovavyy Earworm