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Susan Delgado · 11-19-2002, 01:36 AM

Anna wafted up the stairs to the second floor, listening to the music drifting through the castle. It was nice and all, but so sad, and always the same. Even after all her centuries as a ghost, she still wished Kenelm would play a different tune sometimes. As she reached the top of the stairs, she began to sing the words she'd devised to fit the tune so long ago. That always brought him out of himself, at least briefly.

Sometimes, in the night I feel it
Near as my next breath and yet, untouchable
Silently the past comes stealing
Like the taste of some forbidden sweet

Along the walls; in shadowed rafters
Moving like a thought through haunted atmoshperes
Muted cries and echoed laughter
Banished dreams that never sank in sleep

Lost in love and
Found in reason
Questions that the mind can find no answers for
Ghostly eyes
Conspire treason
As they gather just outside the door...

Every ghost that calls upon us
Brings another measure to the mystery
Death is there
To keep us honest
And constantly remind us we are free

Down the ancient corridors
And through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of days
That we left behind

Down the ancient corridors
And through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of dreams
That we left behind

Not today however. Usually he came out and listened to her song, as she listened to his harp, but today he only continued without interrupting himself. With a shrug, she turned away and wandered up to the third floor. This was the dungeon, and she didn't normally come up here, but something had compelled her today. On her way, she noticed Tella watching her, so at least she'd had some audience. She nodded as she passed and Tella nodded back.

When she came up through the third floor corridor, she saw several former servants busily scrubbing the walls. The Butler was also there, supervising. She managed to duck out of sight before he saw her and there was a fracas over whether she would help with the chores.

[ November 22, 2002: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ]

[ December 11, 2002: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ]

11-19-2002, 01:36 AM	#47
Susan Delgado The Perished Flame Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: behind my eyes Posts: 1,096	Anna wafted up the stairs to the second floor, listening to the music drifting through the castle. It was nice and all, but so sad, and always the same. Even after all her centuries as a ghost, she still wished Kenelm would play a different tune sometimes. As she reached the top of the stairs, she began to sing the words she'd devised to fit the tune so long ago. That always brought him out of himself, at least briefly. Sometimes, in the night I feel it Near as my next breath and yet, untouchable Silently the past comes stealing Like the taste of some forbidden sweet Along the walls; in shadowed rafters Moving like a thought through haunted atmoshperes Muted cries and echoed laughter Banished dreams that never sank in sleep Lost in love and Found in reason Questions that the mind can find no answers for Ghostly eyes Conspire treason As they gather just outside the door... Every ghost that calls upon us Brings another measure to the mystery Death is there To keep us honest And constantly remind us we are free Down the ancient corridors And through the gates of time Run the ghosts of days That we left behind Down the ancient corridors And through the gates of time Run the ghosts of dreams That we left behind Not today however. Usually he came out and listened to her song, as she listened to his harp, but today he only continued without interrupting himself. With a shrug, she turned away and wandered up to the third floor. This was the dungeon, and she didn't normally come up here, but something had compelled her today. On her way, she noticed Tella watching her, so at least she'd had some audience. She nodded as she passed and Tella nodded back. When she came up through the third floor corridor, she saw several former servants busily scrubbing the walls. The Butler was also there, supervising. She managed to duck out of sight before he saw her and there was a fracas over whether she would help with the chores. [ November 22, 2002: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ] [ December 11, 2002: Message edited by: Susan Delgado ] __________________ "Man as a whole, Man pitted against the universe, have we seen him at all 'til we see that he is like a hero in a fairy tale?"