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The Light and The Dark​.​.​.

by Kenny Mitchell

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1.
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…
2.
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
3.
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…..
4.
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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released May 22, 2018

All music composed, recorded, engineered and produced by Kenny Mitchell

Lyrics and Vocal performance on "Charlottes Journey" and "Reflections" by Kenny Mitchell

Lyrics and Vocal performance on 'Where do I Go' and 'The Waterfall' by Nathan Jon Tillett

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