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Charlottes Journey
24:10
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Climbing the path from the dark river
She feels the power of the huge wings
Ancient and massive, as the Eagle moves in the sky above
Turning, the great bird flies off into the gloom, for now instinctive and spirit free.
Roaming for a short time as it waits for the call from it’s absent spirit to return.
The dark, though not yet absolute, allows only a colourless ambience
A drab and comfortless half light in which shadows can be seen to move
Furtively creeping, slinking in the skyless, treeless waste of grey
Above, On the rough path, the guide awaits,
On seeing him the girl - Charlotte : turns.
A flash of colour in the dark
Her shiny red coat which seems to light up the night.
She smiles in greeting and reassurance
No regrets of the life which was stolen from her with the flash of a silver blade
The life she left behind
The life already almost forgotten
On the path the guide awaits, he smiles in turn.
The path beckons.
The path narrowing
Footsteps in the deadening silence
Charlotte and her spirit guide
move slowly on broken scree and gravel
which crunches beneath their feet as wisps of dust arise and for a moment briefly linger
as occasional Motes of briefly glittering light in the gloom.
They dance in the echo of the travellers footfalls
Amid remnants here and there of those who passed before
and those who did not pass.
Dust motes Rising
and Settling once more until the next footfall awakens
In an Endless twilight, the path winds on
small stones and debris crunching beneath the feet of the two walkers
In the distance, becoming gradually visible
a speck of pure, white light.
growing infinitely slowly as they walk.
tugging irresistibly at the soul of the girl
offering a Promise of a second life of beauty and peace.
Walking on, endlessly walking
The path winds and meanders through the gloom
Grey and colourless mountains : sharp and jagged : scattered randomly with a scant covering of lifeless trees appear from time to time in the middle distance
Grim shapes gliding on skeletal wings through the skyless emptiness above, emit an occasional chilling screech in threat and warning to the walkers below
Time appears to pass slowly but in fact does not pass at all
For The void is timeless
The light in the distance
Slowly growing brighter,
calling, inviting, offering a promise of rest, safety and release..
Charlotte smiles.
The path winds on.
In the distance, off to the right
A faint cry can be heard
like that of a child
Stepping from the path
Charlotte gazes into the gloom
and stands transfixed
as a shape appears,
huge, scaled, demonic, fangs and claws.
The creature howls : a preternatural screech
And with unnatural speed races toward the girl who stands frozen in terror
The spirit guide steps before her into the path of the oncoming creature,
Light blazes
Standing in defiance, the guide raises an arm, and points at the beast.
With an accompanying thunderclap and a blinding flash, the creature vanishes, disappearing without a trace
The guide turns once more and beckoning to the girl. They continue.
The path winds on
The light in the distance growing
Colours beginning to appear from the grey
The light becoming ever brighter
The guide calls to the eagle
who returns once more to reunite with it’s spirit
Charlotte smiles
and steps into the light…
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Where do I go...
06:12
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It was a dark Friday night, she slipped from that house
Stepped out in the cold icy rain
Her shining red coat seemed to light up the night
But she never came home again
A young man stood waiting on the far side of the road
Headlight beam lifelines through the mist
He opened the door as she slipped from the cold
But she never saw the blade at his wrist
She said where do I go ?
They drove through the night, burned the roads to that house
Stepped out on the lonely high moor
Her gleaming white pearls seemed to melt in her grip
But she never understood their allure
The young man stood frozen as she called for her mother
Tears nearly drowned his jealous blade in the flood
But he knew the painful truth, she loved another
And her pearls were found beaming with blood (with start of solo intro)
Where do I go
Where do I go from here
Where do I go
Where do I go ……………..from here
A young girl lays silent, her cheeks white as clay
Her red coat now blacker than shame
Her story died with her, what she saw in that house
But her neck bore her killers red name
On dark Winters nights, on the lonely high Moor
It’s said she steps out for to roam
Her cross stands alone in the shadow of the tor
But she never finds her way back to home
(she cries)
where do I go from here
where do I go from here
where do I go from here, tell me
where do I go …………….from here
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Reflections...
23:19
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Alone in a dark cell the prisoner waits through the night for the coming dawn.
And following the dawn….
sunrise, and the day, which will be his last.
The cell : dank and musty, walls dripping and green with algae…
has only one small barred window without glass, high up on the wall to the outside courtyard, which allows only a minimal amount of light to enter the gloomy world of the condemned
The young man stands in contemplation of his past life and reflects upon his deeds….
From a fissure near the floor in the corner of the cell…
A small furry creature emerges in the deep of the night.
Scrabbling and scurrying over the mans legs as it snuffles around in the darkness, searching for discarded morsels of food
10 hours remain until the appointed hour of execution at 12 noon.
A violent end to the prisoners life by way of the hangmans noose.
not long…
but an eternity nonetheless
As he considers a future which might have been, a future now forever denied to him by the actions of his own hand and the flash of his silver blade.
He sits, and with a sigh, accepts his coming fate.
As the hour approaches, the man understands that he should not have harmed the girl
But should have let her go free with good grace, his own pride and dignity intact
But she made him do it….
Laughing in his face as she boasted of her soon to be life with his rival for her affections
And those people, who held him in judgement….
They could never understand
He weeps a little in remorse and self pity
The darkness in the cell, which before was absolute, now recedes,
A glimmer of grey light slowly filtering through the bars of the window.
Allowing the gallows which have been placed strategically in full view of the cell, and with noose at the ready, to be easily viewed by the man in his final hours
He closes his eyes, and in his mind he perceives a place of peace,
a place which in recurring troubled dreams he has often run to in the past…
A Waterfall : bright water falling into a deep, clear pool, a clearing in the forest with a grassy sward at it’s edge, wild flowers growing all around.
He runs there now…..
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The Waterfall...
07:22
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I cant make sense of all that's happening
(In this world)
I dont understand the things I see
(through these eyes)
I just cant believe the words I'm hearing
(with these ears)
I need a place to simply be
(I'm running there)
I'll just keep running to the waterfall
(wash my pain away)
The one I run to in my dreams
(help me find a way)
I'll just keep running to the waterfall
You cant make light of all the darkness
(In this life)
You cast your shadows on the wall
(with these deeds)
You just cant retrieve the golden memories
(through these years)
You need a place to find it all
(so run with me)
You just keep running to the waterfall
(wash your pain away)
The one you run to in your dreams
(I'll help you find a way)
You just keep running to the waterfall
We have to stay sane through all the madness
(In our world)
We might understand what people see
(seeing through their eyes)
We just might be heard if we stop screamin
(at ourselves)
We need a place of unity
(so join us there)
We'll just keep running to the waterfall
(wash our pain away)
The one we run to in our dreams
(help us find a way)
We'll just keep running to the waterfall
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