Friday, August 13, 2010

Muse, Magic, Moon, Man

And the here I am.. second week~ Trying to write a follow up is the most difficult thing in the world! I knew that the second one will determine the direction of the whole project~ SO HERE I AM! Hope it does the previous work justice! "Muse, Magic, Moon, Man".

"Alone she lays waiting, Surrounded by gloom, Invaded by Shadows, Painting the room, The light from the window, Cuts through the air, And pins the child lying there, Scared of the Moon..." -Michael Jackson, Scared of the Moon.

The thirsty Man returned to where he encountered the Muse. He found nothing but a barren hill. In his mind, he questioned if all he had witnessed that eventful twilight-lit day was but a smear of magic and fantasy masquerading in his mind. The air was silent as before. Man let out a sigh and turned to leave. Abruptly, the air became colder. The Muse! He was sure it was her. Her faint voice rang in his ear. Clearer, clearer it became. "Find me elsewhere Man. Magic becomes mundane when it's the only magic you know. The universe has much more to offer. Find me... Find.. m...", her voice was no longer just faint; it was gone. "Where, Muse, Where?!", frantically and petrified Man yelled. The spell broke, and Man was free. He reached into his pocket. He had forgotten that he bought a ticket to a magic show. Disappointed with losing his composure around the Muse once more, he headed to the show. The show took place in a small dome surrounded by a forest. Inside, the dome was vacant. Immediately, Man was blind. Silence. A darkness that disturbed the senses. Then the stage was lit by a standalone flame. It flourished. A lustrous orange flame, appealing in sight, floated towards him.  It expanded into an uncontrollable flame, a wild flame that desired engulfing Man hovered above him, encircling him. The ring spun, spun, spun. It was as he was Saturn and the fire was his ring. Swiftly, the ring shrunk. Once the ring imploded, Pop! Pop! Pop! Fireworks! Fireworks everywhere! White, twinkling, star-shaped sparkles appeared. The sparkles rained down upon Man. Man reached for a sparkle. It was difficult to grasp the feeling that Man felt. The sparkle was intoxicating. It was warm, fuzzy, all at once. It even tickled, prompting Man to chuckle. This sparkle felt alive. The essence of the sparkle radiated Man. Man closed his hand, but it was too late to seize the sparkle. It leaped and danced as it returned to the center of the crowd along with the other sparkles. As they gathered, crashes upon crashes later, the flame returned, bright orange and recoiled in size. Like the sparkle, it leaped, it danced, it encircled Man before returning to the stage. The flame rested on a masked woman's hand. The woman giggled. Not unlike that of a newborn. It became pitch black once more. The magic ended. Looking at the dome now, it seemed abandoned. Boxes piled up in a corner. Dust collected. The scene was depressing. It was unbelievable that Magic could be found in such a barren area. Man sighed and headed out. There was a crescent moon. And the stars gathered around it, elegantly. The Muse was lying on the moon. Man closed his eyes. Man reached his hand for hers. She lightly rested her hand on his. Stepped down from the moon. They danced on the skies, as the stars followed. Twirled. The scent of her intoxicated him. The stars followed. Her dress flowed like an ocean through the stars. The moon lighted her silky black dress, her dark brown eyes became surreal. The stars became shooting stars as he threw her body, light as a feather, into the air... And she spun... spun... spun...And down she came... her toes touched the star. Man opened his eyes. The Crescent Moon skies away. The Muse eternally away. The air became colder. Man is petrified, pinned in place. The Muse descended down to him. Caressed his cheeks with the back of her hand, the perfect complexion, the perfect feeling. She opens her mouth... "You dance... very well...", giggled and disappeared once more. It was too late to seize the sparkle, the Muse was no different. Man headed home. Muse returned to the moon. The stars gathered around the moon, shaped like a heart. The Muse closed her eyes as a yearning tear fell. The Man walked on, a sorrowful tear fell... Neither one knowing the other's thoughts nor affections...

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