The darkening forest called like a lover's whisper, coaxing me into the twilight. I listen to you, sweet grandmother.
My bare feet under me are pale lanterns guiding, calloused and sad.
I see the candles, I see them, I do.
They blaze against the trees like eyes.
I run, I run, I run.
Soon the bleached steeple comes into sight, its ashy cross poking a pinprick through the sky, letting the stars cascade to the planet as humans once more.
My heart and my lanturns turn me left, to the pews and the cathedral. They radiate in un-human voices.
The pews are what used to be white-washed, but now are worn from the sins they hold. They stand in perfect harmony and regiments, brother soldiers. They stand, arms to their sides, waiting for their owner to come back and rescue them from what they were made to be.
My feet stop behind the rows, in the center of the open space between the colums. Hard-packed dirt sinks with the weight of my skin.
I realize that I forgot my wand inside.
Sitting in the pews in front of me are the doomed essence of deviants, the shadows you see behind corners, and the smoke behind your eyes. Lost angels that fell and now have to roam the Earth as people on the streets of London and Hogsmede and their old houses, their eyes diverted from the sky and the gods d that cast them down.
Spells that they used to recite and moaning drifts up in wisps, the desperation of lost souls.
They beg to be blessed, they beg to be saved,
I see the candles, I see them, I do.
I listen, I listen, I listen
The sounds of the damned rise into the air, forming a great hymn of the afflicted and the dead. The sound hums and vibrates through the air, sinking into my heart. Working its way, the song bursts through the air and into the sky. Thoughts and hopes and dreams and cries and all the greatest and the tiniest sounds of humanity erupt into the darkening forest and the atmosphere
e x p l o d e s.
...
My eyes close and I accept the melody of cursed, letting it wind its way through my tired body.
I'm pale like the steeple, I am damaged like the pews, I am hard like the Earth,
(I'm glad I forgot my wand.)
I am a damned spirit.
I am I am I am.
I see the candles flickering, I see them, I do.
(A/N: So, interpret it as you will, but the way i thought of it was this: Lily wakes up from a nightmare. She feels like she needs to go to the Forbidden Forest. There, a type of church springs up. Its where all the people who died in the war went. Every Sunday, they come back to cry and remember. So yeah. Fave and review, please. Thanks in advance!)