DISCLAIMER: I don't own Labyrinth, or Saves The Day. It would be nice, but I don't.
~*~
She
Jareth, magical King of Goblins, wanders through the halls of his palace, the sound of his black boots clicking on the damp floor and echoing off the cold stone walls. Torches lining the corridor blaze to life as he passes them.
He enters a dark chamber and, with a wave of his hand, all the torches in the room flicker on and burn dimly. A large crystal ball on a pedestal stands in the middle of the room. Jareth goes to it and closes his eyes.
--She is a dying dandelion
floating on the breeze--
When he opens his eyes, the image of a dark-haired girl dancing through a field of dandelions has manifested itself within the crystal.
--Twirling sweetly in the evening--
"Sarah," he whispers. A pained expression shows on his face and he turns sharply from the vision. The globe once again goes dark.
--She's the stars glowing gorgeously--
A mirror on the wall suddenly glows with a blinding white light.
--She's the sloping clouds
forever scrolling--
Jareth shields his eyes until the brightness fades. When he lowers his hands, Sarah's face is staring back at him. She smiles and beckons to him.
--Unfolding--
"You're not real," he hisses before stalking back out into the hallway.
--She is the sun burned blue,
shadows on the moon--
I must be losing my mind, the panicked king realizes, as he runs from a vision that could not possibly exist.
--She is the morning dew
Dangling on eves,
Leaking into streams--
Everywhere is her reflection: mirrors he passes in his flight, pools of water on the floor, beads of condensation clinging to the walls and glittering in the torchlight.
--Forever flowing--
He can't escape her haunting image. He moves faster, his black cape fanning out and trailing behind him. He turns a corner and stops. He's reached a dead-end, but that's not all.
--Unfolding--
A full-length mirror looms before him. Sarah smiles back at him from the other side of the glass. Her hair blossoms with flowing curls that cascade over her shoulders and down her back. Her white gown sparkles in the light. The scene behind her is familiar, bathed in a soft, pale light in which masked figures dance and twirl around her.
Jareth watches, wide-eyed, as she takes a step down from the mirror and grasps his gloved hand.
"Dance with me," she whispers sweetly as she pulls him through the glass and into the masquerade.
--No one can say her name--
The dancers watch them dance breathlessly. No one says a word. In an instant it all vanishes.
They're dancing in the dandelion field.
--Now she sits and sings--
Night is coming. They sit under a tree and watch the sun set into the dusky horizon. Sarah looks up at Jareth and closes her eyes expectantly. Jareth sighs contentedly before closing his own eyes and moving closer to kiss her.
--...something about my dreams...--
Something is wrong. He opens his eyes. Sarah's form is slowly fading away.
--Hours go by before she looks at me--
"Don't leave," he begs, but it's too late. She's gone.
--She brings my heart as I
open my eyes to drink
melon sky--
Jareth sits straight up in bed. He squints as an orange-pink tinted light shines in on him from the windows. The sunset? He wonders bewildered, and then his hopeful countenance falls. No, the sunrise. It was all a dream.
THE END
~*~
She
Jareth, magical King of Goblins, wanders through the halls of his palace, the sound of his black boots clicking on the damp floor and echoing off the cold stone walls. Torches lining the corridor blaze to life as he passes them.
He enters a dark chamber and, with a wave of his hand, all the torches in the room flicker on and burn dimly. A large crystal ball on a pedestal stands in the middle of the room. Jareth goes to it and closes his eyes.
--She is a dying dandelion
floating on the breeze--
When he opens his eyes, the image of a dark-haired girl dancing through a field of dandelions has manifested itself within the crystal.
--Twirling sweetly in the evening--
"Sarah," he whispers. A pained expression shows on his face and he turns sharply from the vision. The globe once again goes dark.
--She's the stars glowing gorgeously--
A mirror on the wall suddenly glows with a blinding white light.
--She's the sloping clouds
forever scrolling--
Jareth shields his eyes until the brightness fades. When he lowers his hands, Sarah's face is staring back at him. She smiles and beckons to him.
--Unfolding--
"You're not real," he hisses before stalking back out into the hallway.
--She is the sun burned blue,
shadows on the moon--
I must be losing my mind, the panicked king realizes, as he runs from a vision that could not possibly exist.
--She is the morning dew
Dangling on eves,
Leaking into streams--
Everywhere is her reflection: mirrors he passes in his flight, pools of water on the floor, beads of condensation clinging to the walls and glittering in the torchlight.
--Forever flowing--
He can't escape her haunting image. He moves faster, his black cape fanning out and trailing behind him. He turns a corner and stops. He's reached a dead-end, but that's not all.
--Unfolding--
A full-length mirror looms before him. Sarah smiles back at him from the other side of the glass. Her hair blossoms with flowing curls that cascade over her shoulders and down her back. Her white gown sparkles in the light. The scene behind her is familiar, bathed in a soft, pale light in which masked figures dance and twirl around her.
Jareth watches, wide-eyed, as she takes a step down from the mirror and grasps his gloved hand.
"Dance with me," she whispers sweetly as she pulls him through the glass and into the masquerade.
--No one can say her name--
The dancers watch them dance breathlessly. No one says a word. In an instant it all vanishes.
They're dancing in the dandelion field.
--Now she sits and sings--
Night is coming. They sit under a tree and watch the sun set into the dusky horizon. Sarah looks up at Jareth and closes her eyes expectantly. Jareth sighs contentedly before closing his own eyes and moving closer to kiss her.
--...something about my dreams...--
Something is wrong. He opens his eyes. Sarah's form is slowly fading away.
--Hours go by before she looks at me--
"Don't leave," he begs, but it's too late. She's gone.
--She brings my heart as I
open my eyes to drink
melon sky--
Jareth sits straight up in bed. He squints as an orange-pink tinted light shines in on him from the windows. The sunset? He wonders bewildered, and then his hopeful countenance falls. No, the sunrise. It was all a dream.
THE END