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Blood red carpet hallway. Crazy angled walls. Running. Sharp hands. Cut knees. Flapping hood. Silence. One. More. Step. Falling into the door. Hand on the knob.M Letting go. Lost cause.

The Epic of the Icy Day and the Rabbit Hole. Episode 2 A soft light fell from above as the bemused girl Awoke on a luxurious bed of sensitively soft earth Covered in a sensuous satin sheet that graced Her small frame and led her to lay her head back down As if to sleep and never wake again to scary men. But a soft pain in her leg cursed her dreaming, Crying out, alerting her to its painful plight To remove any thoughts of the dreams that Hung above her, tantalizingly, just out of reach Of her soft arm, that runs a hand through her hair. She looks up, finally detecting the garland Of figs and pinecones that hangs above her With

The Epic of the Icy Day and The Rabbit Hole Episode 1 The city lights were just going out over the bus stop Putting a steel-toed boot over the ice on the sidewalk She scurried over the corner like a black scorpion Taking a cold seat on a metal bench next to a man Wearing a satin-like black jacket and a fur-lined hood. Her body was thin and tall, wrapped in black leather Interspersed here and there with metal and steel To protect her from the numbing fingers of cold In the morning air. Not easily intimidated, She slowly studied the man waiting beside her. He had soft black skin telling her he was young, And she laid her light scho

Mary, Mary, quite contrary Like a spirit light and aerie Your innermot fears are Horrors which only The silver bells know of, And only the winged birds Recognise as valid. The bite of an animal Into red, bleeding meat Is like the way Your heart is eaten out By the slow-moving secrets That haunt your dreams.

I would give the world to hear one word Of any common saying from thy tongue, And hearing thy sweet tone doth free the bird That in my heart a song for thee hath sung. There is a siren's call that screams thy name, For in my mind the angel's chorus pales And all their beauteous wings are set aflame, When tidings from thy lips do me impale. The voice that haunts my dreams is yours alone As power in a voice is not untold. When alchemy was highest ceremony They used words to turn their lead to gold. Never let that voice be gone from me That in my heart awakes a symphony.

The revel begins with a flash of silver Being flung across the room, leaving the drink, A dark red that rivals the dying rose, Lying puddle before the faerie Who, angered, has thrown his cup At the reveler who dares to defile his throne The king steps down from his throne, His crown of laurels gleaming with silver, And halts where he finds his cup Next to the head of a faye asleep with drink In his hand is the treasure of the faerie, A silvered stem topped with an amethyst rose. "How dare this faye steal my precious rose!" Cries he, sweeping it up and sitting back on his throne. There is a silence, and the angered faerie Runs h

I saw a white horse walking through the willows It's white coat sure reminded me of you Pure as snow, but with such guilty eyes I wish I'd seen, I wish that then I knew [Chorus]: I'm riding for you baby I wanna take away temptation I'm riding for you now I wanna ease away your sin I'll follow all your paths Right out into the sunset And I don'e even knwo If I'll ever see you again You were always an outcast to those who persecuted you But you never fought back, never made a sound I always thought you were a perfect gentleman But I guess it doesn't matter much to you right now I remember the day you left like it was yesterday