Poems and Other Stuff {including plot bunnies}

Prologue

{None of this is edited yet, though it will be soon.}

*Blood Court*

Blood Court: "high justice in the Holy Roman Empire referred to the right of a Vogt (a reeve) to hold a criminal court inflicting bodily punishment, including the death penalty."

Prologue

'Dreams are bestowed upon some; others are cursed with restless nights.'

The keys shifted to a melancholy end as the song slowly dissolved from the air. The pianist stood up and bowed to the crowd as his blonde hair fell to his motions. Clapping erupted in the room; as the he continued to bow. He stood out perfectly from the red background; his eyes dared not look upon the crowd only the beautiful Baby Grand Piano that he had just played. Roses were thrown up on stage, cluttering the newly polished wood floor.

The curtains began to close, shutting his view on the rest of the world. He was now utterly alone on stage. The clapping had ended, the song was long gone, and it was just him. He looked up at the soft red velvet curtain as the song he had just performed began to play in his head. He remembered each key; he knew it like he knew the back of his hand. Each time he had played it tears would flood his vision. The Pianist kept it together though, but he still felt it. It was called Régulier Cauchemar, or in English a Constant Nightmare. He closed his eyes as the slow movements of his hands played in his vision. The sweet sound of the keys rang in his ears as he took a deep breath. He let all the sadness flow out of him.

"Lewis. Lewis." Came the angelic voice of a woman who stood just to the right of the stage. Lewis opened his eyes turning to the women. For a second he studied her slender contour, her gently curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and her soft round face. She was so young, about half Lewis's age. He grinned at her. All traces of his depression were gone. He hid it well from everyone. "Yes Monica?" The pianist, Lewis, said in his French accent making it none the easier for Monica to understand. Lewis began to slowly and steadily walk towards Monica. She began to shake as he pasted by her. In a second she ran up next to him. Lewis headed towards one place and one place only, his dressing room.

Though it was a small space, it had become a place Lewis had learned to love. He found it easier to focus. It held nothing more than a beat up old green couch and a small mirror that hung from the blank white wall. Lewis though insisted on nothing to be changed, he continued to love this room.

"Lewis before you go in there, I have to tell you something." Monica explained as she stepped in front of the door blocking his path. Lewis looked upon Monica's face. He was puzzled by her face full of worries. A women as beautiful as Monica shouldn't worry. Her face didn't look right. Her eyes looked too big, her lips too pushed together, and contestant small beads of sweat on her forehead. "Yes my dear?" Lewis asked as he cupped Monica's chin. Lewis smiled as his rough hands touched her soft luscious skin. The thoughts of lust and romance swirled around Lewis's mind. Monica was lost in him, but who wouldn't Lewis was a charming man. His blonde hair tucked behind his ears left his dark green eyes exposed. They held Monica in as she her eyes connected with his. Monica looked down for a second, backing away from Lewis as she gritted her teeth. Lewis took his hand from her face.

"Someone is in there waiting for you." Monica advised as her eyes went down to the ground then right back up to Lewis's eyes. Lewis was silent as he thought about who this might be. Lewis had just moved to this city, it was still new to him, still fresh. His eyebrows began to furry together as Monica stepped out of the way of the small red door, the entrance to Lewis's dressing room. He looked up at the door slightly reading his name which had his name cleanly printed on it; Lewis Monte. "You can go Monica, have a good winter break." Lewis stammered to Monica. Monica was about to interrupt but she didn't want to make Lewis made so she just nodded her head and walked through the hallway. Though as she walked her eyes kept looking back at Lewis, but after one finally look back she grabbed her coat which hung next to the door and walked out of the theater, into the street. Lewis had an idea who was in his dressing room; he had an idea of what was going to happen. He took a deep breath and Lewis opened the door and walked in.