an: dais not mine, moody blues tunes not mine. Twisted lyric is. Enjoy.
"Nights in white satin... never reaching the end...... letters I've written... never meaning to send. Beauty I've always felt... time and time before.... just what the truth is... I can't say anymore.... cause I love you..... yes I love you... oh how I love you..... ohh.... ahahaha ohh....." the soft voice chimed. The song tumbled from petal-soft rosen lips whose beauty far outshone the perfect melody. Following them further up a sculpted, pale face to bright amethyst eyes, there is the incongruity, for though the face is soft and delicate and pretty, the eyes are hard, cold chips of ice framed by hair like impersonal spiderwebs, twisting down around that beautiful face. Ears a little bit more pointed than they should be meshed with a long, slender neck that stretched down into the smooth flesh of shoulder, the dip of collarbone arching above the closed kimono.
The cold beauty turned, song echoing within now only, to stare out at the bright winter skies and their shimmering stars like little faeries way up above. For a moment the eyes melted, their beautiful color holding warmth and love and soft magick, given strength by the very violet by which they were made. It was... amazing, the way they changed, and though the melt was gone like a fleeting summer breeze, it left a lingering memory of those glowing eyes imprinted deep in your mind, in your very heart and soul.
"I'm looking at myself reflections of my mind... is this the kind of thing that twists me so inside.... such gentle sorrows in the maze within these eyes... if you'll just come with me you'll see the changing skies... eternal twilight..." The twisted lyric seemed fitting for this one, who never seemed the same twice or never seemed once again. So this one, this singer, this cold-shelled lamentor of something so far gone as to never have happened...
Let him twist his songs.
"Nights in white satin... never reaching the end...... letters I've written... never meaning to send. Beauty I've always felt... time and time before.... just what the truth is... I can't say anymore.... cause I love you..... yes I love you... oh how I love you..... ohh.... ahahaha ohh....." the soft voice chimed. The song tumbled from petal-soft rosen lips whose beauty far outshone the perfect melody. Following them further up a sculpted, pale face to bright amethyst eyes, there is the incongruity, for though the face is soft and delicate and pretty, the eyes are hard, cold chips of ice framed by hair like impersonal spiderwebs, twisting down around that beautiful face. Ears a little bit more pointed than they should be meshed with a long, slender neck that stretched down into the smooth flesh of shoulder, the dip of collarbone arching above the closed kimono.
The cold beauty turned, song echoing within now only, to stare out at the bright winter skies and their shimmering stars like little faeries way up above. For a moment the eyes melted, their beautiful color holding warmth and love and soft magick, given strength by the very violet by which they were made. It was... amazing, the way they changed, and though the melt was gone like a fleeting summer breeze, it left a lingering memory of those glowing eyes imprinted deep in your mind, in your very heart and soul.
"I'm looking at myself reflections of my mind... is this the kind of thing that twists me so inside.... such gentle sorrows in the maze within these eyes... if you'll just come with me you'll see the changing skies... eternal twilight..." The twisted lyric seemed fitting for this one, who never seemed the same twice or never seemed once again. So this one, this singer, this cold-shelled lamentor of something so far gone as to never have happened...
Let him twist his songs.