Post by ancientempathy on Jul 14, 2008 18:07:26 GMT -5
Posted upon player request
On they came, in sudden.. yet even droves. Comely, beautiful young people, peasant to the eye, yet not paupers. Wheeling their carts. Promises of relief upon their lips. They spoke, to those who's pain was the greatest. This time, to they returned to stay.. in Redmist.
The hour was late, when a young woman began to sing. Accompanied by a handful of others, this raven haired beauty's voice resounded, breaking the utter silence of the night. At first, her voice was low.. even. Hauntingly beautiful. It was the sort of voice that could give even then dead chills, and make the strongest of men weep. It rose, in a gentle cadence, but though the volume of her voice rose, the gentle.. tenderness of it did not.
"I had a dream in earlier days
loved by the one my Heart desired
Then it all started to faaade awaay.."
"Our love, once so strong,
flowed through our hands"
"Human so helpless, what could we do..
I could but watching him walk into my life.."
She stood now in a place, the place where a young girl and her family had been stolen, perhaps murdered. The crimson stains of that night forever staining the cobblestones. As before the sheer beauty of this woman's voice reached even the jaded ears of Redmist's people. Even they, where stirred by emotions left buried, tears of grief.. of loss realized. Their previous salvation, had been just another form of damnation.
"Oh, my Heeaart, why art Thee weeaak.."
Oh, my Heart, how deep art Thy wounds.."
As she sung, her hands moved to her heart, within them a crumbled, bloodied and burnt flag of Bloodstil's design. As she went to the next verse she held it clutched, and raised it over her head for all to see.
"Thou who thought that love was life!
Thou who thought love never dies!"
"Cry out Thy sorrow!.. and seek to heal
Cry out Thy sorrow!..and try to forgiivve"
Her words stung, truth.. pain. Tears filled even the hardest of men's eyes. Her motions a gentle sway of hips, a dancers twirl.. the flag now used as one may use a cape, or shawl. As she spun, hands touched the flag, as if remembering the pain it brought.
"He that promised worlds unseen..
He that caused Thy pain unreal.."
As her words resounded, they remained angelic. Haunting, soul shiveringly cool. A definite look in her blue eyes and she regarded the crowd, throwing the flag to the earth she danced across it.. gesturing to them as she did.
"How could Thou believe his words!"
How could Thou believe his love!"
She then fell to her knees upon it, her hands clutched to her chest as tears rimmed her eyes. Her voice to pure, and filled with hurt that any around her would feel it, the suffering she knew must have been legendary.
"Cry out Thy sorrow!.. and seek to heeeal
Cry out Thy sorrow!..and neverr forgett.."
Her upper half lowered, as she pressed her forehead to the cool, damp stones that where still tainted red. Her voice but a whisper, and all who watched leaned closer.. to hear her gentle words, that they may know how the dirge ended.
"I once had a dream in earlier daaays... looved by the one I thought my Heart desired.."
A long moment passed, all listened to naught but her breaths cadence. Shaking hands went to her, offered her hands to rise. She sighed deeply, and then offered perhaps the saddest smile any would ever see.
"Never forget.. always remember, them.."
The caravans sides opened, and soon many of the dreamcatchers, and figurines where offered, and taken.
From a small distance. Three eyes watched. Three eyes felt, and understood the depths of sorrow those who the young people helped, through words, and gifts. Knew it, as a lover knows their beloved. Three eyes, that did not weep.
A scimitar's smile curled along the left side of his face. His right shrouded in the shadow of a building beside him. "Aallll issss lost, Aaallll is Lost..." He sung low, his deep voice not used to carrying such a cadence, and so it was barely whispered. The darkness around him fluttered slightly, and he knew She was with them, this night.
On they came, in sudden.. yet even droves. Comely, beautiful young people, peasant to the eye, yet not paupers. Wheeling their carts. Promises of relief upon their lips. They spoke, to those who's pain was the greatest. This time, to they returned to stay.. in Redmist.
The hour was late, when a young woman began to sing. Accompanied by a handful of others, this raven haired beauty's voice resounded, breaking the utter silence of the night. At first, her voice was low.. even. Hauntingly beautiful. It was the sort of voice that could give even then dead chills, and make the strongest of men weep. It rose, in a gentle cadence, but though the volume of her voice rose, the gentle.. tenderness of it did not.
"I had a dream in earlier days
loved by the one my Heart desired
Then it all started to faaade awaay.."
"Our love, once so strong,
flowed through our hands"
"Human so helpless, what could we do..
I could but watching him walk into my life.."
She stood now in a place, the place where a young girl and her family had been stolen, perhaps murdered. The crimson stains of that night forever staining the cobblestones. As before the sheer beauty of this woman's voice reached even the jaded ears of Redmist's people. Even they, where stirred by emotions left buried, tears of grief.. of loss realized. Their previous salvation, had been just another form of damnation.
"Oh, my Heeaart, why art Thee weeaak.."
Oh, my Heart, how deep art Thy wounds.."
As she sung, her hands moved to her heart, within them a crumbled, bloodied and burnt flag of Bloodstil's design. As she went to the next verse she held it clutched, and raised it over her head for all to see.
"Thou who thought that love was life!
Thou who thought love never dies!"
"Cry out Thy sorrow!.. and seek to heal
Cry out Thy sorrow!..and try to forgiivve"
Her words stung, truth.. pain. Tears filled even the hardest of men's eyes. Her motions a gentle sway of hips, a dancers twirl.. the flag now used as one may use a cape, or shawl. As she spun, hands touched the flag, as if remembering the pain it brought.
"He that promised worlds unseen..
He that caused Thy pain unreal.."
As her words resounded, they remained angelic. Haunting, soul shiveringly cool. A definite look in her blue eyes and she regarded the crowd, throwing the flag to the earth she danced across it.. gesturing to them as she did.
"How could Thou believe his words!"
How could Thou believe his love!"
She then fell to her knees upon it, her hands clutched to her chest as tears rimmed her eyes. Her voice to pure, and filled with hurt that any around her would feel it, the suffering she knew must have been legendary.
"Cry out Thy sorrow!.. and seek to heeeal
Cry out Thy sorrow!..and neverr forgett.."
Her upper half lowered, as she pressed her forehead to the cool, damp stones that where still tainted red. Her voice but a whisper, and all who watched leaned closer.. to hear her gentle words, that they may know how the dirge ended.
"I once had a dream in earlier daaays... looved by the one I thought my Heart desired.."
A long moment passed, all listened to naught but her breaths cadence. Shaking hands went to her, offered her hands to rise. She sighed deeply, and then offered perhaps the saddest smile any would ever see.
"Never forget.. always remember, them.."
The caravans sides opened, and soon many of the dreamcatchers, and figurines where offered, and taken.
From a small distance. Three eyes watched. Three eyes felt, and understood the depths of sorrow those who the young people helped, through words, and gifts. Knew it, as a lover knows their beloved. Three eyes, that did not weep.
A scimitar's smile curled along the left side of his face. His right shrouded in the shadow of a building beside him. "Aallll issss lost, Aaallll is Lost..." He sung low, his deep voice not used to carrying such a cadence, and so it was barely whispered. The darkness around him fluttered slightly, and he knew She was with them, this night.