Dark Queen; Dark Grace

what do we do when we have nowhere to turn? nowhere to go? no place in mind..... can't we just runaway. leave what ever darkness and bloodshed and tears threaten to break us surrounded by music are we; different kinds, so colorful are the tunes and the words to each. why are kept from listening to all of them? running away sounds like an adventure to hold, but the tears, bloodshed, and darkness will follow...for they are attached to us. all of us. the dark queen herself enchants the minds of her subjects and warps them to insanity, her lover is twisted and warped in fear that he could lose his love; what's worth loving is not worth hating music plays in the great hall of the palace, swinging from wall to wall, room to room. hypnotizing the listeners. humming its song in their ears, slaying them. running through them like a blade with jagged edges smeared with intoxicating goo. playing their minds like a warped piano; composing a song that teases the hearts of lovers. the dark queen grins a tantalizing, impish and ghoulish smile. showing her teeth. they gleam evil in the faint candle light of dimly lit corner of the great hall. she hums her song to herself as the music continues its sordid melody.