You step into the ballroom were the annual midnight gala is being held. It happens every summer, August first, the year is 1884. The wealthy family of a well know over seas business holds the party in there estate hall. Only the rich, flamboyant, fashionable and educated are invited. You, being a business partner and fitting all descriptions continuously receive invites. You are not particularly fond of large gatherings though. You would much rather prefer to be at home doing work, perhaps reading, or maybe lounging by a fire in your own mansion. Despite the hot days the nights are rather chilly, your dear friend Aryana Blight is the one who dragged you out. being another rare guest invited to the Eyre estate summer ball, a short carriage ride from your residence with a lovely view of England. Aryana id dressed to her finest, a black feathered hat pinned in her hair which is styled atop her head, her corset and skirt made of fine lace and silk, colored in vibrant reds and black. Her petticoat dragging on the ground. The dress had to be very expensive, only she would go all out for such an occasion. The Estate itself is grand but not quite beautiful, its covered in vines, the brick faded and crumbling slightly, its pillars are cracked though the windows are spotless and gleaming. It may have been considered beautiful in the 1700's but time has done quite a number on it. The inside however looks brand new, the marble floors covered in a large royal blue carpet, a rare sight given the cost of such dye. the chandler were lit and the light caused the crystal to sparkle. The dance floor is full of young men and women, some dancing others conversing. Aryana is asked to dance, not unusual seeing her fair skin, high cheekbones and maroon hair make her very attractive, not to mention her off setting bright green eyes. You stand near the back simply observing the crowd. The only people you talk to are usually for business so friends are few. You only turn when you hear the sound of your name. It is coming from behind you, echoing softly on the walls. No one else notices over the sound of the playing music. You turn and walk down a long corridor searching for the person calling your name. You follow the voice into what looks to be a lounge. A fire burns bright and hot in the fire place, two chairs sit parallel before the fir, in between them is a small table with something on it. You cross over to the table for a better look. It is a note folded neatly and precisely in four. You know better than to snoop but curiosity wins over all. You unfold it as if i were a delicate flower as not to damage it, only to your disappointment its blank and yet it leaves an uneasy feeling in you. The fire goes out the door slams shut, you whip around at the startling noise. Your frozen in pitch black, not even the moonlight can penetrate the ink dark room. A shuffle of feet, an icy voice whispers in your ear
"be careful" and your world is black.
You bolt upright in bed, shaking in a cold sweat. Only a dream you repeat to yourself over and over and you stumble to the window. You force it open gulping the crisp London air. below your window in front of your door is a figure cloaked by the night. he turns on his heals and walks towards the cobble stone street. Before leaving he turns to look up at you and in a familiar voice says "sweet dreams, be careful."
"be careful" and your world is black.
You bolt upright in bed, shaking in a cold sweat. Only a dream you repeat to yourself over and over and you stumble to the window. You force it open gulping the crisp London air. below your window in front of your door is a figure cloaked by the night. he turns on his heals and walks towards the cobble stone street. Before leaving he turns to look up at you and in a familiar voice says "sweet dreams, be careful."
This is a poem I came up with
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
you said you'd always love me
a rope of love wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
you took my heart and played with it
and now my heart does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish you had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at you
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain you gave me and make a different pain stronger.
The pain is far greater
the pain is almost blinding
you said you'd always love me
a rope of love wrapped around me, a binding
But now I know the truth
You're nothing but a fake
you took my heart and played with it
and now my heart does nothing but ache
I wish to hear your voice again
I wish you had never hurt me
for now I can't even look at you
without having to turn and flee
This pain has gotten worse
I can't stand it much longer
but if I take a blade....
I can take the pain you gave me and make a different pain stronger.