Some dreams are not to be taken...Gr, the spacing is so annoying! It reads much better in a smaller format, with no spaces. Oh well, here goes:
My first Labyrinth fiction, and it's a poem. Ah well. Hopefully I'll be out with a legit story sometime soon, but here goes. From the POV of Sarah's subconcious. Jareth is the one speaking, of course. These can be considered things not seen in the movie, or future reunions of the pair.
Reviews are very welcome, please and thank you!
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A flash storm.
Up in clouds in an instant,
Frothing with hot blood
And high emotion.
...
Cat eyes.
Predatory gaze,
The kind that will follow you around the room,
Pierce you,
Nail you to the nearest wall.
...
What's more, a hypnotic,
erotic,
Powerful voice.
It also follows,
But by more than a mere room,
These melodic sounds fly across time—
A voice one never erases from their being.
...
This is the Second Coming.
The Event.
You know it as your soul shakes,
Bones ache,
With the intimate knowledge of your intimate end.
Even the long shadows succeed in scaring you.
Legs quiver in time with the breath on your shoulder—
Hot, dry, even paces.
Lion's breath.
...
At this time,
You have to accept what's written on the pages
Of a book you will soon know too well.
It is a morbid fairy tale.
Twisted beyond recognition
To become not merely a dream,
But a nightmare of a dream.
A shade of what you wanted.
A mockery of your wishes.
"Oh yes, you shall receive what you so desired."
...
Right now, right here you lose what you value most.
"But think of it as trade, my dear."
There is a pause.
"This life for another. A fair, reasonable trade. Forever isn't long at all."
The logic of a fool, right?
Right?
...
Is it wrong, to be selfish once in while?
Can one justify caring for themselves?
Are you willing to accept your decision,
Knowing it will be written down in history as farce?
This is Grey's life.
Faust's mistake.
Something to learn from;
There is always a dear price to pay.
The only question is…
What shall be yours?
