Taken By the Sky
Authors notes & disclaimer at bottom.
It is always the same time when she prowls the streets of Meridian. Midnight, as soon s the clock strikes the twelfth note.
Some who did not know her say she was nervous and miserable, her pinched and pale face darting quickly from side to side as though checking for anyone who seems threatening. Her short and quick stride covers the ground quickly. She is almost like a bird, seeming to flit through the streets and woods.
Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night,
And wouldn't you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight,
And who would be her lover?
It's true that she draws many admiring glances from the men in the town, as it seems she likes to show off her perfect, if muscular figure and long legs as much as possible. But the women whisper that she looks nothing more than a common whore, with the almost tribal tattoos dark against her unnaturally pale skin.
All your life you've never seen,
A woman taken by the wind.
Will you stay, if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?
It is strange, really, because she always seems to where the same outfit or a variation of it – purple pants, stockings and a short purple top. A short purple cape usually flutters at her back. In the way of armour, some resilient iron stuff and a long black leather glove on her left arm, and strong purple boots. She is beautiful though, there is no denying it: her hair is long and black as a raven's wing, and her eyes big and purple, purple like the twilight sky.
She is like a cat in the dark,
And then, she is the darkness.
She rules her life like a fine skylark,
And when the sky is starless.
All your life you've never seen,
A woman taken by the wind.
Will you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?
Will you ever win?
Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Yes, she is beautiful, and maybe she does walk nervously with her head tucked in, but she can also melt into the shadows like she is darkness itself, and she never smiles with her teeth. She is an extremely good fighter, people say, for a woman, and people who have lived in the city for a long time notice that she never seems to age.
She rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn't you love to love her
She rules her life like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover
All your life you've never seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven
Will you ever win
Will you ever win
Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon
But nobody has really put two and two together yet. Nobody has connected the alarming number of blood-drained bodies, hands thrown as if in a last ditch attempt to protect themselves, eyes frozen wide in fear, with the beautiful and mysterious woman that likes to walk the nights. And if someone has, they keep their mouths shut.
Oooooh
Taken by
Taken by the sky
Taken by
Taken by the sky
Taken by
Taken by the sky
Dreams unwind
Loves a state of mind
Dreams unwind
Loves a state of mind
After all, everybody knows that snitches get punished.
Author's notes: I don't even particularly like Umah (And that's why this fic has no plot to it, sorry). But I was just listening to Fleetwood Mac's Rhiannon (great song, btw) abd I thought – Umah. Rhiannon. Hmmm. Could make a one-shot out of that. And so I did. R&R plz!
Dislamer: Don't own Umah or Meridian. Or Rhiannon, or indeed Fleetwood Mac.