Jezebella Shadana
Sep 23rd, 2003, 03:27:26 PM
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease, for the fear of silent nights
I long for deep sleep, dreaming.
You whisper my name
And the lonely nightmare ends
That night began like any other night had; Jezebella laid down upon the feather mattress and stared up at the ceiling, awaiting for slumber to sweep her up in its dark embrace. Nightmares that had once haunted her sleep were no longer there to keep her awake, thus she slipped into her dreaming state all too quickly. Nightmares hadn't dogged her since He appeared. He who had captivated her so quickly.
He was always there. The setting of her dream was different every time, but he never failed to leave her dreamworld behind. She always watched him, she couldn't help herself, he seemed to be just another person in the crowd, living his life like any person would. But why was he doing this in her dreams? After all, a dream was not real, thus life could not be lived.
It dawned upon her shortly after that particular thought; He wasn't real, though every part of her wanted him to be. It was natural for her to want something she couldn't have and yet, she knew better then to fall in love with abstract notions. Or did she...?
The air was sweet and the night swelled around her, the only light resonating from the pale moon above. The first sequence of her dream, she appeared to be sitting upon a bench in some kind of park. Her hair was down, ringlets twisting about her shoulders and back, and her clothing was more fancy then she would have ever dared. Thus, knowing the dream had begun, she awaited patiently for her apparition to appear.
Cannot cease, for the fear of silent nights
I long for deep sleep, dreaming.
You whisper my name
And the lonely nightmare ends
That night began like any other night had; Jezebella laid down upon the feather mattress and stared up at the ceiling, awaiting for slumber to sweep her up in its dark embrace. Nightmares that had once haunted her sleep were no longer there to keep her awake, thus she slipped into her dreaming state all too quickly. Nightmares hadn't dogged her since He appeared. He who had captivated her so quickly.
He was always there. The setting of her dream was different every time, but he never failed to leave her dreamworld behind. She always watched him, she couldn't help herself, he seemed to be just another person in the crowd, living his life like any person would. But why was he doing this in her dreams? After all, a dream was not real, thus life could not be lived.
It dawned upon her shortly after that particular thought; He wasn't real, though every part of her wanted him to be. It was natural for her to want something she couldn't have and yet, she knew better then to fall in love with abstract notions. Or did she...?
The air was sweet and the night swelled around her, the only light resonating from the pale moon above. The first sequence of her dream, she appeared to be sitting upon a bench in some kind of park. Her hair was down, ringlets twisting about her shoulders and back, and her clothing was more fancy then she would have ever dared. Thus, knowing the dream had begun, she awaited patiently for her apparition to appear.