Christmas Carols? part 2
Simon Banks walked towards Hargove Hall, his son, Daryl, at his side. The two were meeting with Blair to discuss college options. A young lady sat at the edge of the fountain, a well-worn backpack at her feet. She
was staring at the water, singing to herself.
As they got closer, Simon smiled as he heard the familiar tune of Silver Bells. But, he blanched as her words finally registered:
~Burning balls. Burning balls.
It's torture time in the dungeons.
Ring-a-ling. Hear them scream.
Soon we will know all we need.~
Simon quickened his pace, hoping Daryl wouldn't comment. Part of his mind was horrified at the lyrics, while another, more analytical part of his brain recognized that the girl didn't seem aware of their presence. Her
voice was low, but the snow amplified the sound and carried the song further than she probably intended.
~Light a pyre. Build it higher
Till they blister and bleed.
Watch their faces as they all turn green.~
Simon winced at the huge smile on his son's face. "Cool. Hey, dad, think Blair will lend me some paper so I can write down those lyrics? My group will think it's the bomb!"
'ARRHHH! Joan will have a fit!' Simon tried for the reasonable approach. "I don't think..." But Daryl was already humming, snatches of the "new" song passing his lips.
Turning, he noticed that the student had picked up her backpack and was making her way across the square. "Merry Christmas," Simon thought to himself, despairingly.
