Visions and Daydreams

Till Dawn

"I am here. Rolling with the winds that nibble your ears and swaying with the waters that tickle your toes.
I am here. Standing before you within the nothingness of imagination.
I am still here."

Jazz music played through the night, coating the modern day town in an eerie bliss. Hiding within locked doors and not making a peep, the townsfolk knew better than to show that life stirred within. They knew better than to show a sliver of light within their homes the louder the music played.

Which it had.

Every clock read that midnight had come; the hours of damnation had arrived.

The streets grew with noise and a fiery light, the sounds of men cheering and whooping echoing through. Only torch light broke through the shadows, a parade of men walking within. All surrounded a single man, his skin a dark cocoa and bare of any clothing. His head hung low, a chain wrapped around his neck, bounding with his arms and legs. The men, all white and filled with a powerful rage, danced in the streets, chanting the same tune in union. Behind the parade of chaos, a single horse drawn carriage drove. It was small, only two sat within, and the muffled sobbing of a woman could be heard.

Only one street was walked upon, leading up a tall hill where a solitary oak stood tall and proud. The men crowded around, shoving their prisoner before them. He turned, facing them all with red eyes filled with emotion; not fear, but sorrow. His gaze shifted to the carriage, its passengers now out and looking at him.

The man, who stood tall and emotionless, held on to a delicate arm with angered strength; a woman of breathtaking beauty that could make any man's heart flutter. Her long golden locks looking perfect and curled as her blue eyes stung with tears. His heart broke.

No tears. She didn't need them, and he didn't deserve them.

A single man walked to the one on stand, moving around slowly and clicking his tongue. He chuckled lightly, starting a symphony before harshly yanking the chains that bounded their entertainment and leading him to the tree. Another man stepped forward, a wooden chair in hand and placed it down. He continued to chuckle, and the chained prisoner didn't bother to hesitate before standing on the chair and looking over at the woman once more. It looked as if he belonged, at least to the men with sickening joy and rage.

She was shaking her head, crying and trying to yank her arm from her captor, but failing. Time passed, and the men took to party; drinking and hollering as they danced around. During this, the chain was tied shortly around a tree branch, and the real party would begin. He took a deep breath, looking at the woman, and giving a smile. In that instant, a single gun shot rang off, and the chair beneath his feet fell.

"I am here, where I've always been.
Listening to your happiness, and basking in your sorrow.
I am here, and I don't plan on leaving.
You will forever see my end.
You will forever fear my song.
You will forever see me, up until the break of dawn."