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Scene 3: All Over Again

(Author's Note: Thanks for all of the reviews! I love you guys. Poem by Kathleen Roberts)

Andalucia, land of lucid light
Painters dream you
See in your rugged scapes
Al-Andaluz's moonwashed cities rising from the plains
guarded by keyhole studded fierce yellow walls
Bastions of that glorious heathen past

Dali's bonebleached deserts

Picasso's motherland.

Lord Barkis's lip curled in a sneer as he looked at the young breathing gentleman. "It seems that like father and son who cannot keep from the grips of death" Barkis said in a cold yet airy tone of voice as if he didn't care either way. The corpse bride ignored the rude man and placed her hands on Anthony's shoulders. "Its alright my name is Emily. Your father had been here well a long time ago..heh..it was before he was married to Victoria" she said letting the name of the other woman fall from her lips. Anthony smiled slowly at her and tilted his head to the right. "Its nice to meet you Emily. I just don't know where I am" he said. Anthony ignored Barkis's snide mutters and let out a deep breath.

In the hot velvet night
when sleep is hounded by heat
thick enough to cut
your bittersweet song
drifts from the hill like perfume on the breeze

Echoes of Moorish yesteryears float in flamencos' mournful wails
Mingle the mullah's call to prayer
with the sound of tragedy and love
Dark gypsies staccato heels chase rhythms of steel guitars

"Poor thing your in the Land of the Dead" she said slowly. Anthony opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. "But your not dead..I don't know how you got here but we can go and find out" Emily added. Anthony gave the corpse woman a lethargic look. "Please do tell my lady..Because this is kind of hard to deal with" Anthony replied. Emily reached out to touch his shoulder and was surprised that he didn't flinch in reaction to her touch.

"Elder Gutknect would know what to do" she said confidently. 'Its déjà vu all over again isn't it Emily' the worm said within her head causing her to shake her head and frown a bit. Anthony watched her closely but said nothing. "Lead the way.." he said and followed her down the crooked street.

Brave bulls fight lusty men
whose flaming capes
mock and madden
Till -- on their knees --
they take the final cut.
Bloodroses weep in the dust

Your duende seduces
Lovers of death
Drawn to your bloody history
riddled with bullets of freedom
Cold priests extortions
Inquisitors pitiless tools