The Dance
Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 11:16 pm
Been a while since I posted well anything and um got over my anger :-f This is something random inspired by awesome haunting music. Listen to Peregrinatio by Irfan for the true experience.
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The Dance
The music started up again.
Dance!
There is no questioning the order. There is no denial, refusal; there is only obedience. Would one sooner die an immediate death or a longer one? She danced to the sounds. Haunting, beautiful chilling music. She did not dare look towards the musicians, but if she did she would see a lone woman. Her voice, so gorgeous, it brought goosebumps to the dancer’s exposed flesh. The singer was dressed in a flowing dress, everything about her was loose, and ethereal. Save the heavy iron collar around her neck. She would be crying, silently; it was evident in her voice. No words can be sung like that, without the drive of emotion. Tears rolling down her cheeks as her song reached higher and purer notes. Unbearable, the beauty of the sound hurt to hear.
She danced harder, rawer; emotion poured unseen from her pores. Her feet were slick now, it was hard to keep on her feet. But she had to keep dancing.
Faster!
Faster twirls, drifting arms to one side, a jump… the pain of landing upon razors. More tears, physical pain, not just emotional. She wept as she moved with exquisite grace, over and over. A wobble, she almost fell. The singer’s voice cracked; she knew, she could see her sister start to struggle. I am keeping us both alive a momentary thought in the dancer’s mind. As she continued to move, her sister would continue to sing. To breath, to live to sing another song. So sad this melody, so strong, she drew from the strength and danced more assertively.
What mind concocts such a game as this cruelty? The audience, she did not know them. A prince perhaps, a sadist. She looked to him, she could not help it. A cry as her sister’s collar tightened. A punishment. A vicious circle that somewhere would snap. The pain… she danced harder. If one should stop… she closed her eyes, briefly. The thought was gone. One cannot keep going forever, but she could stand the pain to hear her sister sing that moving music. It was always worth a little pain, to stay together. When is a little pain too much pain? Never.
She slipped again, her body was failing her. Her grip upon the metallic floor. Can I keep going? Just enough… so that the last thing I hear is her. I cannot… She pushed herself back to her feet with her hands hastily. No falling… keep dancing. Dance dance, keep the blood moving, the heart pumping, let it flow… let it flow.
The music became louder, more solid. Oh beautiful embrace… take me away. The dancer’s vision became fuzzy and the music wrapped her around her as a blanket. It lifted her upwards, no more pain. Up up up to nothingness. Existence was only music. Falling… forever.
Oh beautiful embrace… take me away.
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The Dance
The music started up again.
Dance!
There is no questioning the order. There is no denial, refusal; there is only obedience. Would one sooner die an immediate death or a longer one? She danced to the sounds. Haunting, beautiful chilling music. She did not dare look towards the musicians, but if she did she would see a lone woman. Her voice, so gorgeous, it brought goosebumps to the dancer’s exposed flesh. The singer was dressed in a flowing dress, everything about her was loose, and ethereal. Save the heavy iron collar around her neck. She would be crying, silently; it was evident in her voice. No words can be sung like that, without the drive of emotion. Tears rolling down her cheeks as her song reached higher and purer notes. Unbearable, the beauty of the sound hurt to hear.
She danced harder, rawer; emotion poured unseen from her pores. Her feet were slick now, it was hard to keep on her feet. But she had to keep dancing.
Faster!
Faster twirls, drifting arms to one side, a jump… the pain of landing upon razors. More tears, physical pain, not just emotional. She wept as she moved with exquisite grace, over and over. A wobble, she almost fell. The singer’s voice cracked; she knew, she could see her sister start to struggle. I am keeping us both alive a momentary thought in the dancer’s mind. As she continued to move, her sister would continue to sing. To breath, to live to sing another song. So sad this melody, so strong, she drew from the strength and danced more assertively.
What mind concocts such a game as this cruelty? The audience, she did not know them. A prince perhaps, a sadist. She looked to him, she could not help it. A cry as her sister’s collar tightened. A punishment. A vicious circle that somewhere would snap. The pain… she danced harder. If one should stop… she closed her eyes, briefly. The thought was gone. One cannot keep going forever, but she could stand the pain to hear her sister sing that moving music. It was always worth a little pain, to stay together. When is a little pain too much pain? Never.
She slipped again, her body was failing her. Her grip upon the metallic floor. Can I keep going? Just enough… so that the last thing I hear is her. I cannot… She pushed herself back to her feet with her hands hastily. No falling… keep dancing. Dance dance, keep the blood moving, the heart pumping, let it flow… let it flow.
The music became louder, more solid. Oh beautiful embrace… take me away. The dancer’s vision became fuzzy and the music wrapped her around her as a blanket. It lifted her upwards, no more pain. Up up up to nothingness. Existence was only music. Falling… forever.
Oh beautiful embrace… take me away.
