Pretty lady
Feb 16, 2007 3:06:14 GMT -5
Post by OrochiGeese on Feb 16, 2007 3:06:14 GMT -5
**** blackness. We hear a female voice speaking. It is thin and smooth, but with a light rasp, like a snake slithering across dry leaves.
[Voice]:
Pretty lady all in pink
Never really stopped to think
About the color that she dares disgrace.
Pretty lady now in red
Felt it dancing on her head
Sliding, gliding, waltzing down her face.
A liquid poem, speaking loudly
See its music, screaming proudly
Imparting basic truths of our existence.
Pain is life and life is pain
Pouring down a gentle rain
that makes us real and gives us all subsistence.
Purer beauty found in blood
Ever growing from the flood
of life giving thick and warm elixir.
Thinking ill of my design
Everyone is now inclined
to heal her wounds, mend the cuts and 'fix' her.
On your lips a taste of rust
The warmth of passion, the color of lust
Deep desires the wine of the body displays.
Pretty ladies all about
Strong, courageous, and devout,
Don't let a little crimson scare you away."
**** We see an image flash before use for a split second, as if it were a flash of lightning. The image of a face. It is enough to discern white wisps of hair, two yellow points of eyes and lots of red highlighted by black, with a snarl of a smile, lips curled back displaying bright white teeth.
[Voice]:
Pretty lady all in pink
Never really stopped to think
About the color that she dares disgrace.
Pretty lady now in red
Felt it dancing on her head
Sliding, gliding, waltzing down her face.
A liquid poem, speaking loudly
See its music, screaming proudly
Imparting basic truths of our existence.
Pain is life and life is pain
Pouring down a gentle rain
that makes us real and gives us all subsistence.
Purer beauty found in blood
Ever growing from the flood
of life giving thick and warm elixir.
Thinking ill of my design
Everyone is now inclined
to heal her wounds, mend the cuts and 'fix' her.
On your lips a taste of rust
The warmth of passion, the color of lust
Deep desires the wine of the body displays.
Pretty ladies all about
Strong, courageous, and devout,
Don't let a little crimson scare you away."
**** We see an image flash before use for a split second, as if it were a flash of lightning. The image of a face. It is enough to discern white wisps of hair, two yellow points of eyes and lots of red highlighted by black, with a snarl of a smile, lips curled back displaying bright white teeth.