Mystere Kooza IPod shuffle 2

*This one revolves more around Moha and trickster…but it's less darker, and also involves other characters as well.

Best Kept Secret from the Rock Opera 'Bare'

Moha-Samedi had NEVER been more humiliated in his whole life…

Trickster had embraced him…KISSED HIM…right in front of everyone…Innocent, Bebe, Vache A Lait, Gabriel, the Unicyclist and dancer, the Juggler and his assistant, Black Widow…the TRAPEZE artist and LA BELLE for crying out loud-!

Trickster insisted that no one had seen them in the darkness of the celebration…everyone had been too busy dancing…and even IF someone had seen them, would it really make a difference? Trickster was a master of Illusion and charmer of all…he could MAKE them understand of Moha-Samedi would just give them a chance…

"A chance for what? TOO SEE HOW DEEP THE WORLD CAN CUT?"

Moha had thought this was a fantasy, he knew they couldn't go on with this dream…this ILLUSION, forever…

"Well, then…can't you live for today?"

Moha was reluctant to live by these words…but even more so startled when Trickster whipped him around, whispered how he loved him, and kissed him forcefully, unaware of the archangel, Gabriel, and the Juggler watching from afar with amused, understanding looks upon their faces…

Lily's Eyes from the Secret Garden Broadway

They had her eyes…

Every once in a while, Moha saw La Belle's kind, understanding eyes in Bebe…

Every so often, Trickster saw the fiery eyes of his Trapeze artist in Innocent…

Trickster felt Trapeze's smirk of fire every time he embraced her, every time she fled him…every time they'd tempted each other in his castle tower…he was her knight, she was his maiden phoenix…

Moha saw La Belle's kind sweetness…those eyes that saw others, who worshipped the very ground she walked, yet never him…never saw his longing to hold her close, to treat her human…

The Trickster had never imagined himself a lover…

The Narrator had longed for that day…

How could they forget they had once dared to be…in those EYES…?

Skeletons on Parade by Ludo

Every once a millennium, the beings of Mystere would pray…

They'd pray for those in the modern world, a world where time was BELIEVED to move forward and that science could solve everything…they'd pray for those poor souls who'd been lost to their carelessness, their violence…their mortality…the fact that death existed at all in some place, it scared them…

Then they'd climb into their beds and habitats and brace themselves for the dark fear of that night…

They heard the skeletons dancing, laughing and singing outside their doors, cackling in insane, partying laughter until the dawn…too scared to confront them, they would stay in their beds…

Then dawn would come, and they could sleep once more…

Overdone by Ludo

Trickster was a snake in the grass…a sly man who couldn't even stare at his creations, little, innocent mice dancing in the sun, without feeling some envy towards their freedom through innocence, where he, the very symbol of experience through dreams, had literally the life of this whole kingdom in the palm of his hand…

And now…he was in love…not JUST with Trapeze artist, or any other one of his feminine creations, but with a being OUTSIDE his realm…a man…and no one to give this weight on his chest too…

If only his 'lover' would TRULY accept his feelings…

He swore, sometimes he, practically a GOD in his own making, would stare into the sky and beg for his lover's Gods to save him as he sobbed like a child…

Mio Bello Bello Amore from Cirque Du Soleil's Zumanity

Trickster couldn't deny how he felt for Moha when he conjured this song, dancing around the Narrator in the suddenly dimmed lights of the theater…

Trickster playfully teased the Narrator, but not to humiliate him nor out of mere cruelty like the others did…true, he found the Narrator's temper HILARIOUS, and his need, his DESPERATION for recognition amusing…what Moha-Samedi DIDN'T realize was that Trickster was so into him, he couldn't get enough of him as he teased him with his movements on the dance floor…

Moha felt uneasy as Trickster's hands skimmed his skin…on his arms, his shoulders, his face…

Trickster just wanted the Narrator to love him back…

Carnival of Rust from Poets of the Fall

Trickster invited him into Kooza, at last…

As Moha-Samedi stared in wonder at the Bataclan of scarlet and Gold, admiring the intricate work, staring in wonder into the dark forest surrounding the clearing…Trickster felt his mouth water as he watched from the shadows, taking this man out of his element, tempting him with the possibilities of this amazing new world…

Yet this wasn't like his normal luring technique with other visitors…he'd seen and gotten to know this man ahead of time, BEFORE luring him in…he COULDN'T just watch from the shadows…he wanted to be down there, with him, beside him…AROUND him…

Finally, Trickster saw Moha cautiously approach the Bataclan curtain and reach for it…power vibrated through his body as Trickster opened the curtain, staring Moha face-to-face…

Before Moha could respond, Trickster embraced him, forcing their lips together, pulling them both through the curtain…he would not let Moha walk away no less watch as his desire burned the world down…

War from Poets of the Fall

Moha was lost in this dream realm which he'd created…

He'd just traveled the Desert West, and was now traveling through the Forest East, trying to avoid the creatures called Lune Ombres…

As he ran through the woods, he came across the clearing where Kooza was SUPPOSED to be…but all that was there was a lone young woman his age…blonde hair, a blue dress…

'La Belle…?"

Moha THOUGHT she recognized the woman whom he had loved for so long…but as Moha approached her, softly whispering "Belle…you okay?" the dancer of light simply whispered…

"THEY'RE HERE."

Moha saw the Lune Ombres surrounding them, covered in shadows…he held Belle close to him as he whipped out a flare from his jacket…Moha switched it on and held it as high as she could over their heads…it glowed brighter and BRIGHTER-!

When Moha came to consciousness, he was back at the edge of the forest, where he'd started, save for the used flare and note in his right hand…

"You are not fighting this war alone."

- Trickster

Lacrymosa by Evanescence

Moha-Samedi was confused by words…

Trickster would chide Samedi on how he was alone, cold and helpless without him…how he was gone, and he felt like himself again…

Thinking he was going through some kind of breakdown, Samedi would plead with him, he couldn't CHANGE who he was-!

No, there WAS no time anymore, Trickster would respond darkly, to waste on his OBSESSIONS…Samedi had taken care of THAT-!

Well, Trickster could blame it on him…but Samedi never wanted to hold him back! JUST SET THE WORLD FREE-!

Fade Away by Celine Dion

Moha-Samedi had ALWAYS learned from the past, he'd always learned that time may have been cruel, but time was also a great healer…he probably knew that better than anyone…

He has his regrets…thoughts he'd never written down, dreams he'd never pursue…all because of fear, but he just had to keep moving on…

He was afraid that his heart would fade to black…after all, once touched by pain, you were NEVER the same…

Yet, as Trickster had put it…why not just let all humiliation…all anger…all fears…all regret…all the pain…just. Fade. AWAY?