a diffrent angle of sorts. In this story Im using a
Motet. Thats a Medieval song of love. I found some
little background info to help understanding be
easier.
"The multitextual motets of the 14th Century seem very
strange to modern ears, but in that time it made sense
to create polyphony by layering one verse of a
monophonic song on top of another to produce harmony.
The whole idea of courtly love was for the lover to
present himself as a loyal servant to his lady. If he
obeyed her every wish and loyally kept secret their
connection, after a long period of trial she might
legitimately take pity on him and console him with
love-making. However, if she postponed this healing
consolation too long, he might die. Note how in the
Motetus the poet says that all his good qualities come
from loving her."
If any of this story gets weird or confusing let me
know. Im not totally sure where its going but I have a
good idea. Also in the end Ill be using a song from
Mr.MIster. I hope it all works out. Now, to the story.
Standard Disclaimer applies....I dont own anything
except the idea.The title belongs to Bryan Adams since
it is a title of one of his songs.
Do I Have to Say the Words?
by: Empress Sarah
Motetus:
Dame, je sui cilz qui vueil endurer
Vostre voloir, tant com porray durer:
Mais ne cuit pas que longuement l'endure
Sans mort avoir, quant vous m'estes si dure
Que vous volés qu'ensus de vous me traie,
Sans plus veioir la tres grant biauté
veraie
De vo gent corps, qui tant a de valour
Que vous estes des bonnes la millour.
Las! einssi ay de ma mort exemplaire,
Mais la doleur qu'il me me convendra traire
Douce seroit, se un tel espoir avoie
Qu'avant ma mort par vo gré vous revoie.
Dame, et se ja mes cuers riens entreprent
Dont mes corps ait honneur n'avancement,
De vous venra, com lonteins que vos soie,
Car ja sans vous que j'aim tres loyaument,
Ne sans Amours, emprendre nel saroie.
(Translation:
Lady, I am one of those who willingly endures
your wishes, so long as I can endure;
but I do not think I can endure it for long
without dying, since you are so hard on me
as if you wanted to drive me away from you,
so I should never again see the great and true beauty
of your gentle body, which has such worth
that you are of all good women the best.
Alas! thus I imagine my death.
But the pain I shall have to bear
would be sweet, if I could only hope,
that before my death, you let me see you again.
Lady, if ever my heart undertakes anything
which may honor or profit my heart,
it will come from you, however far you may be,
for never without you, whom I love very loyally,
nor without Love, could I undertake it or know it.)
----
Jareth stared out his window overlooking his
labyrinth, HIS world. How it toppled before him. The
once vast and lush existance was now awash with death
and destruction. His labyrinth was dying because of
his neglect. All he knew/felt/breathed/lived was
sorrow.Sorrow and despair. He no longer had the want,
the spark, to even care. His hopes shattered,his
dreams gone. She took them with her when he left.
Shattered his life like her shattered crystal ballroom
dream. She was his life and he was content to watch
her from afar pining for his love, the one who had all
his devotion even if she didnt know it. He knew soon
he would die if something did not change. For when his
Labyrinth finally died so would he pass on. Him, the
all immortal Jareth would die with his magic,
forgotten. She had cursed him with her words. Damned
him to his lonely existance,unable to call to her. He
could call out her name at night as his nightmares
plagued him, but even then it was the only agony of
his loss in his voice. He would die a happy man to see
her beautiful form in the flesh once again; to feel
her fingers caress his face. He cried out in pain as
his heart broke again as it had so many times before
when he though of her. His beloved. His Sarah. He
slumped onto his bed and wept into his pillows before
falling into a fitful slumber of the usual nightmares.
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TBC