Pivot
Labyrinth – Where everything seems possible and nothing is what it seems Labyrinth Movie Slogan
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Amid swirling skirts and masked depravity he gracefully moved like a predator. His eyes missed nothing. Oh, there were all here, better than he could have hoped for...more delicious than he could have planned. He drank in the sight of the frolicking heartless creatures that felt only a hunger for pain that was great enough to deliver them from the hollow emptiness.
Bodies swayed and carelessly flowed through the gossamer ballroom as through invisibly orchestrated by puppeteer without aspiration. Suspended chandeliers dripped cascading wax over strands of pearls hung carelessly like spider webs created an artwork all its own. Fettering gauze and gentle colors contrasted with the perverse spirit of the masquerade as graceful movements of feathered fans and mirrors concealed then revealed powerful undercurrents of shadowed desire.
Lust, pure as love, permeated the air as tittering, sensuous body language flowed through the crowd. Revelers, royal patrons, masked as hideous goblins wore muted hues of autumn costuming that gave the atmosphere a pagan feel and texture – what dark thoughts beat under the coverings of silk and lace?
Oh yes, they were all here to be a part of this danse macabre – a dance of the end to innocence. Feeling almost giddy with power he joined the scheming mass, he danced with a red haired woman – then another and another. He wanted to blend in – not give the impression as being more than a participant in this immoral play. He was careful, very careful to completely hide his face under the white bone mask so none would remember him...especially not her.
Women danced together as lovers, masks with obscene features and sexual gesturing puppets created an air of corruption so thick he could cut it with a knife, slash its black heart. He danced and moved with these soulless creatures to discordant music that filled the graceless elegant ballroom – dissonant just enough to echo the distortions inside its inhabitants.
A tall slender figure appeared dressed in a midnight blue tailored flock; he stood out from all the others with his regal bearing and unmasked handsome features. "Ah yes", the man in the bone mask mused to himself, "the author of this illusion."
As women's eyes followed him, the Goblin King moved self-assured through the throng with a smirk on his beautiful face. He was amazed Sarah had gotten this far really... surprised at her determination. The goblins had given the girl the words to take the baby...words she said...words that forced him to deal with the situation...what is said is said.
Jareth had initially dismissed her as a whimpering spoiled child..."Go back to your room and play with your toys and costumes"...she stuck him as shallow enough to grab the crystal and run.
He saw her hesitate...then say, "I can't"...impatient he made the offer of beating the Labyrinth...running the maze...he thought she'd refuse...say something like, "It's not fair" and turn tail. But she did not...such a pity...it would have been easier on both of them.
Never had he imagined she would get this far...hmmm...perhaps he had underestimated her. Well, no matter – she was going to be beaten now. Maybe it was a little underhanded to use her dreams against her but he grew impatient with waiting for her to fail or quit.
Soon she will be here – soon it will be over – Jareth smiled canine at his assured victory and melted into the crowd to wait for her arrival. Unknown to the Goblin King another pair of eyes behind a bone mask intently watched his form disappear as dancers moved between them swallowed his retreating figure.