Dance of Death

dragenruler

,South Africa

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~Please scroll down~ PS ~ Song playing is the song that they use to Lure men in this story... ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * The feathery sound of illusions clasped the freezing night air as the enchanted rhyme halted, stating a paused thought, the enchanted sound flew through the freezing breeze again, harsher than before, provoking those who were near to come and listen. The stars glowed vividly against the dark blanket that was called the night time sky – a signal to something mythical -. The bewitching melody fluttered through the stars like a graceful butterfly. Inky eyes widen as the soft sound, a harmony, something easily overlooked by human ears. But then again, he was only a man himself. Young and foolish as he was, he knew not to follow the hypnotic rhyme but as his eyes fluttered shut and his legs moved – he had no control -. He walked with eyes closed into the abysmal of the moss covered trees, marking them more green than brown. Grass longer than a foot tickled his bare feet, night clothes covered in the muddy form of earth. A harsh flute boiled against the soft tapping piano keys as the rhyme harden, an immoral quarrel graced each other as the melody soften. A slow tune lured through the forest again, capturing his body. Inky orbs shot open, hands trembling against the invisible lure. The melody could not be heard for miles, but what he saw was nothing compared to the whispered harmony. Coryphee’s, their feet tapping against the earth – barely even touching - as the pranced around gracefully. Beauty bestowed upon their faces as some glanced up and across him. Green and blue and chocolate orbs smirked evilly as one drifted towards him. Violet hair blanketed him before he could blink. Dark torpid lavender eyes stared thoroughly into his, a harsh, yet oddly ravishing grin wrapped her features devilishly as her amethyst dress clung fittedly but barely covered her treasure... Tawny skin caressed his face with a cold hollow smile. The soft melody – a deadly quarrel compared as the flute blew windily and the feathery touches of the piano blazed gracefully. It was not a whisper, not anymore, for he could hear is clearly but as he gazed through the hypnotizing women he saw no instruments being tricked on. The bewitching melody came out of nowhere… His eyes narrowed into thin slits as bushes danced against each other, beckoning that more people had intrude on the coryphee’s. Only men, he had observed quickly as creamy hands wrapped around his rough oily ones. The music filled him, taking control over him as partners were chosen for this harmonic dance. Violet hair flew around him as he pranced around, turning gracefully with each and every rhyme that came through the glowing orbs in the night… Nothing halted for a second; the dance went on never reaching its end as the melody fluttered through time. It was nothing more than a mere Dance of Death…