Darke Dreams : Gallery : The White Maiden

The youth sat completely still, not even a breathe of air to stir her ashen hair. If anyone had been out late enough to see her, they might have thought her a statue, her skin alabaster white in the strong silver light of the full moon. The may have wondered at why a statue would be dressed in black, why it wasn't all stone. But she was alone, no voices to disturb her, no sounds, no movement, only the deserted park and the moon.

After a seemingly endless time she gets up. Destroying the image of a statue, but suggesting more. Her figure is slim, almost hidden under the black clothes, and a cape, whose texture suggests velvet. She glides forwards, her long skirt, which seems to absorb the moon light, and appears like a doorway into oblivion.

The girl moves silently and as she nears the edge of the wooded park noise seems to reappear. The songs of late night car traffic, the buzz of neon signs and faintly in the distance the bass of drums, the whine of guitars and the roar of a crowd.

The youth kept walking, ignoring all the cars and the gold-laden sellers of drugs that melt out of every shadow. She ignored the drunken youths with their obcene suggestions and their beer stench.

The sounds of the music and the crowd drew nearer. The lyrics filtering past the other sounds.

'Take the world
Take it back
Fight long, fight hard
Fuck the system
Take the world
Take it back'

'Take the World
Thats what ya here for
Take it, burn it, use it good
Born to a world
That's being killed off
Join in
Burn it off
Or fight to take it back'

'Take the world
Take it back
Fight long, fight hard
Fuck the system
Take the world
Take it back'

'What 'cha gonna do?
Give in, cry a while
Or fight to get it back!
Return it to its glory?
Or let it choke us
As it dies?
You're in a world
That's gonna die'

'Take the world
Take it back
Fight long, fight hard
Fuck the system
Take the world
Take it back'

The lyrics try to intrude with the lonely final spoken 'what are you going to do?', yet fail to stir the stony expression on her face.

She comes to the entrance of the club from which the music eminates from. It's black stone arch doorway guarded by two large, suited men. They look at the girl, whose constantly forwards stare doesn't even flicker, they step aside, a tremble of fear ripples between them both.

Inside the club, the black walls throb from the music, the posters on them seem to swirl and shift. The girl continues forwards, her eyes set, her face lit by the neon lights from the dance floor at the end of the hall.

As she steps inside the music changes, from fast paced music with industrial sounds, to a somber piece, filled with faint screams, pipe organs and eerie lyrics.

'The White maiden glides through the night
Her icy stare freezing all,
Never straying from it's goal.
Her mind swirls with the words'

'You are mine ,
You are mine.'

'She finds her prey,
All boxed in together,together in joy.
She steps inside and raises her hands
And says the words'

'You are mine ,
You are mine.'

'And you feel the terror,
You feel the cold
You feel the darkness claim you
The swirling mists engulf you'

'You are mine ,
You are mine.'

The girl turns around, her ashen hair swirling about. A change in her face, slight, her eyes glimmer, a little color in her once pale cheeks?

As she leaves the music stops, no-one to continue it. Everyone inside lies on the floor, their flesh taut against bone, all pale, eyes sunken, silent screams of terror on their dead mouths.

The lyrics are from 2 songs i have written (no music yet)

Permission to use the lyrics is granted if you can write and perform music for it, and as long as I am acknowledged as the author of the lyrics and I get a copy of the song with music (and some money if you get really rich). Basically this is an invite to try... I would be interested in seeing if they'd work out.

This story was written under the influence of Blacklung's 'Silent Weapons For Silent Wars', Two Witches' 'The Vampire's Kiss' and Leather Strip's 'Fit for Flogging' with inspiration from a ceramic human skull on my desk.

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