Hallelujah, a labyrinth fanfic

A/N: This one's for Redaura who gave me the go ahead (and I confess the guts) to write this down!

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I've heard there was

A secret chord

That David played, and

It pleased the Lord

But you don't really care

For music, do you?

Not that your Saints or Gods mean anything to me. They don't touch me here anymore than anything else from your world. You were the only thing from Above Ground that ever did touch me in anyway, and I learned what a mistake that was. I didn't matter what songs I sung to you, you choose never to see what it was I was really saying. I meant it when I said that as the world fell down I would be there for you, but you didn't see me. Not right away. Not until you wanted to.

It goes like this:

The fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The baffled king

Composing Hallelujah

Never one of mine, but it seemed appropriate. Every so often a mortal is in tune with my realm and they hit the right chord, so to speak.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong

But you needed proof

And I gave you proof. All the proof you ever asked for. Proof that dreams were real, and then, like a spoiled, ungrateful child you threw it back at me, denying your dreams, denying love when I could have given you everything. If only you'd been willing.

You saw her bathing

On the roof

Her beauty and the

Moonlight overthrew you

That was much later, when you were much older. Your long-term boyfriend, Mr Athletic Typically Normal, had left you for some other, who could have only paled in comparison to you but mortals have always been fools. You retreated to the apartment roof, taking solace in the stars and I could have wept that you hadn't completely forgotten magic after all, but bathed in moonlight and tears I couldn't keep my distance any more, whether you wanted me or not. Mortals are not the only fools it seems.

She tied you to a kitchen chair

She broke your throne

And she cut your hair

And from your lips

She drew the Hallelujah

It seemed you'd grown up in more ways than one, since the night you refused me and broke me throne, learned some things that I had hoped to teach you, but that night it hadn't mattered. Nothing had. Only the feel of you coming to me after so long, like sight to one who is blind, and even when you cropped my hair short, I told myself that hair grows (and it did) and continued to worship you with lips, both is kisses and whispered words, and I didn't notice my throne was cracking once again.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe I've been here before

I know this room

I've walked this floor

I used to live alone

Before I knew you

It was strange to finally walk in the places I'd only ever seen from a distance, to share your home with you. I had known loneliness before a naive girl had made a wish, I knew it again when a child threw her dreams away, and it came a third time, when a woman found scars and skilfully re-opened them.

I've seen your flag

On the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and

It's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

And truer words were never spoken. You conquered me, but neither of us was triumphant. We were a lot of things in the brief, flickering flame in which we lived, but never, I think, triumphant.

There was a time

You let me know

What's really going on below

But now you never show

It to me, do you?

You shared everything with me for the first few months, but it didn't last long. How soon before it lost its sparkle? Before long you were moving away again, shutting me out, and subtly driving the knife in deeper. It seems we all loose our charms in the end.

I remember when

I moved in, you

Your holy dark

Was moving too

And every breath we drew

Was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Oh don't get me wrong. I loved you in the past, I loved you in that time we had together, perhaps more completely and thoroughly than I have since, and I love you now. Lord what fools these mortals be! One of my kind said that, but he neglected to mention how foolish we could be as well. I love you and it's killing me.

Maybe there's a God above

And all I ever

Learned from love

Was how to shoot

At someone

Who outdrew you

If there is a God what games he must play with us, and how he must enjoy it. We must amuse him so with our bumbling, pathetic attempts at this thing called love. They say if you burn your fingers once you never touch the flame again. I touched it twice and want it still, but there's less misery in solitude.

It's not a cry

You can hear at night

It's not somebody

Who's seen the light

It's a cold and

It's a broken Hallelujah

An Hallelujah that echoes in these halls sometimes, when I pace the castle at night. I still feel as though I am waiting for something, but what it is, I cannot say.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah