A thick mist crawls over the ground where I tread ever so lightly. I leave no mark of my passing, only a swirl in the cool thick air around my bare naked ankles. My feet tickle across the dew covered grass, a Waltz awaits me. Many the partner eagerly lined up, waiting patiently. I spin and I twirl, tattered hem fluttering. I stir the air, mist moving through it, and find joy in chasing the wisps only to have them drift away.
As I move through my everland of darkness and dreams, all things – my wants, my realities. My Prince, he waits for me there, in the clearing. He brings me flowers and ribbons, and sings of sweet things. He bids me sit upon his knee, and wipes the smudge of dirt from my feet before stealing my heart with a kiss.
I rise and twirl with laughter, my locks floating like gulls caught on a salted breeze. It feels as though I have been here for ages, dancing amongst my many friends. I lay a hand upon each in greeting as I pass them by, but the sun is soon to rise and mist shall turn to vapor.
It seems this night’s dance has come to an end.
© Copyright 2013 Nina D’Arcangela. All Rights Reserved.
I’m doing the 2013 Blogging from A to Z Challenge! Pop back everyday but Sunday through the month of April for a new letter prompt to spawn my deranged ramblings! ;}
Nina D'Arcangela
Sotet Angyal 
April 25th, 2013 at 9:44 am
So sad…but yet another wonderful piece of prose, Nina. I had many thoughts run through my mind as I read this…attempting to find the meaning behind your words…but as is always the case, you left me mesmerized. Beautiful 🙂
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April 26th, 2013 at 6:01 pm
Thank you, Joe! The funny thing about this piece is, even though it is sad, I didn’t feel sad writing it, or reading it afterwards. It makes me smile that the only thing to disturb this lovely girl is the rising sun; each day it banishes her spirit. But in my mind, she dances and imagines the world to be whatever she chooses once darkness falls again. She is rich in friends, imagination, and joy. She has no regret, simply the opportunity to pick a new life each night! THAT is my ideal afterlife.
Thank you for the compliments, you are always so kind with your words, and I am always pleased that you enjoy the way I string mine together! 🙂
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April 25th, 2013 at 1:08 pm
I stopped by from the A-Z April Challenge. I love this. Very haunting, I love your prose and the flow is perfect.
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April 26th, 2013 at 6:03 pm
Hi Noree! Thank you very much. Happy A to Z’ing!! 🙂
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April 25th, 2013 at 3:20 pm
I love this piece of gorgeous prose, Nina. I find it to be relaxing, peaceful. May the band play on for the next dance.
Blaze
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April 26th, 2013 at 6:08 pm
Exactly, Blaze! And for this whimsical girl, the band will forever play on. I find this a very relaxing and somewhat uplifting piece. Her afterlife is a playful, peaceful one where anything is possible. Thank you very much for the kind words, and finding peace in this piece as well! 🙂
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April 26th, 2013 at 6:25 pm
I love your “finding peace in this piece” statement, my friend.
Blaze
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April 26th, 2013 at 6:36 pm
Simple words, deep meaning. Off topic, but loved my trip to Clinton Road today! Nice and beasty!! 😉
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April 25th, 2013 at 3:29 pm
Beautifully written. By the way I don’t normally write “dark” or vampire though my C post was about a little vampire and the school they go to lol
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April 26th, 2013 at 6:10 pm
Thank you, Sue! I’m glad you enjoyed my little jaunt into the ghost realm. I’ll have to find your C post and read about the vampire children! 🙂
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April 25th, 2013 at 5:02 pm
Beautiful and haunting as I would expect from you
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April 26th, 2013 at 6:13 pm
Thank you very kindly!! It’ll take me a while to work my way through your posts, but I’ll get there! 😉
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April 27th, 2013 at 8:31 pm
I’m reading this as I watch the fog roll off the Atlantic in thick, heavy waves, covering Montauk in a blanket of mystery!
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April 28th, 2013 at 12:00 am
Is anyone out there dancing a Waltz? 🙂
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