What's up everyone!? Yes, this is the very looooooooooooooooooooo -five hours later- oooong gone Crimson Nightshade. Sorry I haven't been here for so long, me and my partner Charlie (laptop) have been running through some problems but now he's back and we will be working twice as hard for all of you! Hope no one is too mad for me being gone for so long.
Anyway, this is a one-shot that I had written for British Literatre (just the poem part) but I decided to go further and actually made this in honor of The Nightmare of Amelia Brave triology. If you have not read it, you have got to read it! It is beyond amazing!! The whole series is done by Mystic Spirit Angel. So, Mystic-chan, this one is for you!!
btw this takes place in the in-between years of part II and part III
Disclaimer: I don't own The Nightmare Before Christmas or the really really awesome The Nightmare on Hallow's Eve, The Nightmare of Amelia Brave or the upcoming The Nightmare of Her Dreams.
A young man no more then of eighteen old
Sat under a tree fantasizing of futures untold
When ever so sudden came hard pelting rain
"Wow," he said to himself, "my life is so lame."
A sniff was heard from the green leafy treetop
The boy jumped with a hop
And looked up to see what had produced the sound
A hit to the head came to him by an apple round
Before protest came from his lips
A girl jumped from the tree and landed on toe-tips
"Who are you?" the boy inquired of the girl
As thunder crashed she spirited off in a windy whirl
The boy ran until his lungs screamed in protest
He stopped his chase and breathed deep no longer in progress
He looked up and saw a strange sight
A small house, warm, cloaked with night
The young man's curiosity was being tested
And of course, he was out bested
He ran towards the house at lightening pace
If you were to look at him you'd think he'd be chased
He shoved the great door open with a slam
His eyes widened as he saw the girl shut tight as a clam
The young girl of no more than seventeen of age
Remained in her corner of darkened cage
"Who are you?" The boy inquired once more
The girl of great blue lonely eyes replied "Why implore?"
Her simple reply meant for confusion
But he knew she was no allusion
"Will you tell me your name if I tell mine?"
The girl was silent but replied, "Yes, all in good time."
The young man stood a little straighter. "I'm Jack." he said
The girl smiled slightly at his dripping dark brown head
He smiled at the sight of the girl before him
Her inner and outer beauty made everything dim
In his eyes, he saw no one else
So that night they spoke of hopes and dreams
And so Jack's love grew for her that it shown like light beams
But as all tales that come to close
The yellow/white orb rose
The girl led Jack out of the warm house
They sat down on a soft log with clumps of moss in the shape of a mouse
Jack's arms itched to wrap around her to keep her near
But seeming to come off to forward was his greatest fear
Though Jack didn't have to fret too long
The girl leaned into him to show him there was no wrong
So he did what was his desire
Jack came to her to show her he was no in-love liar
"Why are you quiet?" Came from Jack's lips
But the girl she only responded by silencing him with her fingertips
He leaned towards her to kiss her then
She made no protest and gave in to love's mend
But, once glassy onyx eyes opened, they went wide
For the girl was no longer by Jack's side
He looked high and low
She was no where, this was a hard heart-blow
"Amelia." His head snapped up in surprise
To see what creature had made sound rise
"Amelia." Came the voice again in eerie
"Who's there?!" Jack called voice weary
A ghostly barn owl peered from the foliage
One could tell it was of old and wise age
"Amelia... Amelia..." It seemed to hoot
Amelia the name had taken root
Within Jack's heart
He knew that he could never pull it apart
"Is that her name?"
The owl only flew to sleep, as was it's fame
"Amelia," he said aloud
He peered up into the heaven's through the broken cloud
"Amelia, my lost love
May your smile shine upon me, always, from up above…
I was such a fool to believe
That I could have kept you here with thoughts and heed
I said to you were the quiet one
But in truth I was the one who had to run
My emotions are always heavily conceal
That I didn't even let you know how these emotions feel
Amelia, you have taught me one thing
That you should always let the bells ring
Have I lost you because of fright?
Most likely, yes, I swear it on the reign of the night
Allow me not to silence what is true
Otherwise our tale shall repeat but with more pain too
"Amelia... Amelia... Amelia!"
"No!"
The once slumbering skeleton awoke with a great force. He breathed heavily as he sat up in his bed, his fuzzy stripped nightcap falling forward as he bowed his head into his hands.
It was only a dream... and a--
his thoughts were interrupted by a loud yet comforting barking.
Zero floated out of his basket next to said skeleton's bed. The ghost dog floated until he was hovering at the tall skeleton's eye-level. Zero looked at Jack Skeleton, the Pumpkin King, in concern from listening to his earlier shouts.
Jack looked down at his faithful companion and gave him a weary smile. "Don't worry about me, Zero. I'm fine, I can promise you that. I... I just had a strange dream is all."
Zero tilted his head, looking at Jack at an odd angle. Zero stuck out his tongue, barked happily, and curled back into his basket to continue slumbering now satisfied in knowing that Jack was all right.
Jack smiled down at Zero, layed back down on his bed, but didn't fall alseep. His mind refused to stop playing the same scene over and over again. "Why?" He thought out loud in a hushed tone. "Why do I keep going back to that?" His bony fingers went to where his mouth was. "Amelia... what did that dream mean?"
The ruler of Halloweentown turned over on his side to look out his window at the great white moon, clouds were passing over it making it seem eerie and mystical. Jack's eyes betrayed him and began to droop close.
"Amelia..."
"Amelia... Amelia... Amelia!"
"No!"
The once slumbering 17 awoke with a great force. She breathed heavily as she sat up in her bed, her light brown bangs falling forward as she bowed her head into her hands.It was only a dream... and a--
"Amelia, dear, are you all right?" It was her mother. Mrs. Brave looked at her daughter with worry etched on her face. That's when Amelia looked up at the doorway to her room.
"Amelia, you okay? We heard you scream and your mother was worried." Mr. Brave came in, head in the classic guy bed-raggled look.
"I was worried? Oh, please, you leapt out of bed and tripped over your own feet trying to get here," her mother said. Amelia giggled slightly at that.
Her father looked away embarrassed. "Well, either way, we needed to know if you were okay or not."
Amelia looked at her parents and gave them a weary smile. "Don't worry about me, guys. I'm fine, I can promise you that. I... I just had a strange dream as all."
Her mom and dad looked at one another and then at their daughter. "If you say so, Amelia," Mrs. Brave said.
Amelia only nodded.
"Okay, sleep well, honey," her dad said to her. They closed the door behind them and left.
Amelia layed back down on her warm pillow, covered herself with her blankets, but didn't fall alseep. Her mind refused to stop playing the same scene over and over again. "Why?" She thought out loud in a hushed tone. "Why do I keep going back to that?" Her delicate fingers went to her lips. "Jack... what did that dream mean?"
The 17 year old Armonia turned over on her side to look out her window at the great white moon, clouds were passing over it making it seem eerie and mystical. Amelia's eyes betrayed her and began to droop close.
"Jack..."
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