The man sauntered down the bushy path, occasionally jumping and clicking his heels together. His purple hair was a tangled mess that bounced up and down and kept in time with his walk. The biting cold tugging at his coat-tails didn’t seem to affect him; his smile seemed positively beatific. His eyes had the curious sheen of those that had spent years in widening amazement. A tuneless humming escaped his lips. Occasionally he’d mouth a word or two; eventually, when he couldn’t hold it in any longer, he burst out into song.
“Oh Glorious night
You framed for me a light.
I was but a pilgrim of darkness,
Your child, your heir.
I walked an unseen path
And thought myself alone.
But then a beacon shone
Beautiful as the bejeweled sky.
Clad in finest raiment
She sashayed across my road
A glimpse of her stole my heart,
A taste of Paradise; I couldn’t depart.
I followed like a lovesick lamb
She turned in fear and worry:
I dived into a bush
‘Twas as if she knew me
Her form called out to me
But my inner demon taketh hold
She hurried into her stately manor
To tend to her ward
And then joy and such sweet sorrow
I heard and needed no tomorrow
The voice of angels ringing true
She sang of love and longing
Her timbre woke my need again
Sweeter than harp or lyre
Her song fanned my carnal fire
I leapt on to the balustrade
Climbing the oak to hear her clearer
Brushing aside the leaves
But the magic broke
As did the oak
The spell didst end
And I fell
She rushed but saw nothing
I’d flown like a bird
But the last lines I heard
And I know she sang them just to me
‘ yes we're to be bound by a sinful chain,
or it would be too boring for us,
Dear, you're going to live with me…’
Yes indeed, you’re going to live with me”
The man stopped singing, and the grin that appeared on his face, stretching from ear to ear, was a tad more ghastly than mirthful. The man continued to hum the discordant tune to which he’d sung as he walked. And the haunting notes floated out into the darkness, descending heavily in the silence of the valley.