No one would listen..no one but her, heard as the outcast hears
Grell Sutcliff sat by a small pond as the moonlight shined above him, making his blood red hair almost glow. He ran his hand over the cool water before standing back up. He walked upon the grass alongside the crystal clear pond with his eyes and spirits to the ground.
Shamed into solitude, shunned by the multitude, I learned to listen; in my dark my heart heard music.
His bright green eyes lifted up to the dark night sky and reached a hand up towards the stars.
I long to teach the world, rise up and reach the world. No one would listen..
Grell closed his eyes and put a hand to his heart.
I alone could hear the music
The the thought of a certain someone came flooding into his mind. His soul mate, his beloved Madame dyed in red. His eyes lifted back up as a small spill spread across his pale lips.
Then at last a voice in the gloom seemed to cry 'I hear you!'
His smile grew wider
'I hear your fears. Your torment and your...tears'
Grell looked over to the pond to his his reflection. This made him loose his smile completely. The sight of himself disgusted the reaper so. How could any one love him the way his cherished mistress had? And now his hands were stained with the blood of his fallen Red lover.
He then saw a lone red wildflower growing beside the pond. He plucked it gently from the earth and ran his gloved fingers over the soft petals.
She saw my loneliness, shared in my emptiness. No one would listen... no one but her. Heard as the outcast hears.
Grell let the flower go as the midnight breeze gently pulled it into the water. He watched it as it floated away as he slowly rubbed his hand over his arms and shoulders. Feeling the cold scarlet fabric of the Madame's stolen coat as it rubbed against him.
No one would listen...no one but her. Heard as the outcast hears...