Monday, August 29, 2005
Black Chain Girl
"Clink"
And so she walked, alone in the silent, silent world, of colour that faded from sight. Slowly, the blue breeze blew, back her tresses, brightly black. The sounds rush by, that paint a grey lanscape.
The curtains close. The thundering silence permeates the solid air. The lights die out. The silent souls scream like a thousand banshees. They await their meal, these sleepless vampires that thirist for life. For now, they stay calm and tame.
"Clink"
First step, she walks with grace. Second step, she hears them stir. Third step, she pauses. Fourth step, the curtains part. Like waves of blood, they slice the low yellow glow, the feeble essence that the light feeds. Now they see her.
A thousand stares, hungry zealous leers. They want her. And she knows. The sway of her dress, and they lick their lips. Her moving hips feed their wildest fantasies, and the look in her eyes make them lust like savage beasts. They go wild as she looks at them, she feels their vulgar gaze piercing through her clothes.
"Clink"
She craves the attention, for that is the greatest affirmation of her raw appeal. Her sad beauty seeks recognition, and in these poor sad souls she shall find it. Pathetic. Sometimes, she forgets if it is them or her who should be pitied.
Standing there, she knows they cannot touch her. Queen of the wretches, steeped in the mire of lust, but a perverse joy pervades her being. Untouched by mortal hands she remains while they seek so to defile her sacred temple.
"Clink"
Inside a tear is shed, as a desperate girl screams in pain. She opens her mouth, a requiem piece that mourns her fate. They sway in tune, every time. She wishes to let them to desecrate her virgin flesh. Almost, she can feel their vile touch, and she does not resist. Inside, she cries, for pleasure they can bring, but not what she desires.
"Clink"
She holds the chain hung on her neck, the necklace, black as night. Given to her long ago. A promise of protection. A promise of heaven. Heaven? No, only the caverns of hell.
But every night she returns, to face the dreaded demons. Stubbornly clinging to a hope. Foolishly waiting for him to take her hand. Anticipating the day her knight covers her from the infernal flames.
Maybe he is scared. Coward.
But she cries. "Where are you?"
Gavin
pondered @ 21:37
