A winter's wind blew through the treetops. No one heard the scream. A window opens onto the hallway of dreams.
Solitary figure walks through the night. Nothing in his hands except a pale light. Down the hallway, through the door. Turn the knob to the left. Entering into realms of pleasure or death.
A clear fog shrouds the room. Echoes from the walls. The solitary man enters into it all. Walking boldly, is it courage or is it fear? He enters the middle of the room and then he disappears.
Ghoulish, maddening, red eyed freaks. Scurrying to and fro. They gather his bones and steal his flesh. Where? Oh where, is his soul?
Flowing hair and gentle smile. Why is she an only child? Seven brothers, four and three. All that's left is just me. Can she dream? Will she walk? Down the hallway of dreams.
She walks through the door, the knob turns right. Moving forward she lets in the light. There on the floor are scratches and scrapes. She hears the whispers of "hello".
A soul screams out from the ceiling tiles. "Can you hear my call?" No one answers. But someone listens. Pride before a fall.
Over a chasm he reaches out without a hand. To touch the young and flowing. "Can you hear me?" he screams. Turning her head slightly, she stands.
She hears a voice, familiar yet faint. She knew him before in innocence. At least that's what she thinks. Is the voice here? Is it is or is it ain't?
Creatures small, stare from corners. Red eyes aglow. Not here do they scurry to and fro. Out of sight of the flowing girl, they move to intercept. "Nothing from the heavens" their motto. A campaign against him, they want his death.
The girl, she hears and finally understands. The voice is that of a man. Yearn and desire. She knows him, for he was hers. Mother! Father! Look what I have found. Scratches and scars are all that remain; there on the floor.
She cries, her heart aches. Where is the man whom she loved? The one she used to hug. He cuddled her on his knee. Yet he is no longer free. Where have they kept him bound? Where can he be found?
The creatures see a chance. Dance and scurry they pick up tears. Crystal drops of glass, her tears shine. They hoard and harvest for the summer's harsh heat. Then they can show them in a parade. In front of the flowing girl they parade, in the hope of causing rain.
Finally a light he sees. Hope and prayer on his knees. Reaching out he tries to touch, know it could do oh so much. The girl is his salvation. How he wants to go with the flow.
The creatures run and scream nothing must create release. Stay! Stay! They shout and say. We must make the girl go away!
The girl straightens she feels a hand. It is the hand of the man. He can't be seen. Can he be found? She begins to look around.
Dang and shoot. The creatures scoot. "She'll bring the light!" "She'll end the night!" "She must go!" "She must go now!" "The only question is: how?"
They know not how, but they do know why. She is light from the sky. She is all that can break him free. She is all he needs her to be. They run and scurry the try to distract and taunt. All for naught.
She know his hand. His gentle touch. To do this for him is not too much. Her heart she opens. Naked she stands. She opens herself to the man. Her being is his, both heart and soul. She shines her light so that he may feel the glow.
He takes her in. He flows out. The shine and glow is all about. No longer imprisoned, behind their bars. He gives his strength to get out.
The glow is his for only one instant. He is free to join the end. She stands in the room. Bare walls and empty. She closes the door.
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