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Dark Gothic music THE MAN IN BLACK and The Woman Who Was Not There He stood there melting into the shadows Clothed in black leather With a long black coat shielding him against the cold Cold he did not feel. His icy breath meeting the chill of the air Made shapes and shadows that hung there, Danced there until he exhaled again But he barely noticed. He had eyes only for the woman, Janaya She of the long crow black hair And deep and darkened eyes like bottomless pools Daring all to fall into them. He had spotted her exiting the opera house That frosty winter's night Hurrying to her carriage, then stopping to look around As though she sensed his eyes on her. For a moment, he thought she saw him Backing into the darkness like a child, afraid But he was not afraid, he only wanted her to see him At a time of his choosing. Looking behind her once more in puzzlement She ducked into the black carriage Her dark eyes and creamy skin hidden from him once more As she was carried off into the night, her perfume trailing on the wind. Waiting until all the opera goers had departed, Jevon slipped from his hiding spot and walked in the carriage ruts Cut into the snow and followed her scent to the shut gates Of a vast and forbidding castle-like mansion with a dark forest looming behind it. He quickly scaled the stone walls And glided across the manicured lawns like an eagle, Making no sound though his long dead heart pounded like a drum In his broad and all too human chest. He watched as candles lit her way upstairs Carried by servants who bid her goodnight And made their way back downstairs To leave her alone in her chambers now alive with candlelight. Standing outside on the balcony now, He watched her remove her exquisite gown and jewelry, Remove the pins and combs from her hair Letting it fall down her back in shining waves. How he longed to run his hands through that hair! Lift it to his nostrils and smell the perfume of it, Bury his face in it and relive memories from long ago When love still touched him like oases in the desert. But he dared not tonight He wanted her to want him, come to him Of her own free will, not a frightened captive Who denied him the love he sought out of terror. He would wait. And observe. And come to know her in his time For time was his in abundance as ages passed And passed in a merciless and unbearable loneliness.
The man in black made the first of his return visits On a night that rang with thunder And gleamed with lightning bolts A night wholly alive with rain and chill and unfulfilled desire. He stood on her balcony watching through a tiny slit of curtain A lone candelabra stood on a table by her bed As she reclined and read from a heavy book of poetry Stopping on occasion to wipe away a tear. How he wanted to catch her tears and taste them upon his fingers! Kiss them from her cheeks and see her smile for joy He longed to know why she wept and why she spent so much time alone Rarely dancing with her glittering friends in the ballrooms of the rich. She was, like him, a solitary creature Preferring the books of a well-stocked library And dreaming of things that few might understand Though on the rare night, they each made their way out into the streets of the city. She had many admirers and would-be beaus, Princes of royalty and bearers of titles But they seemed to be of no interest to her For she soon tired of them and kept searching for what she knew not. There was that evening when they had almost met That night at the symphony and later at the ball Given by Lord Something-or-Other where he had kept his distance Staying in the shadows of the over-crowded room and watching. She melted the ice around his heart that night! Glowing in an ivory colored gown and slippers to match Her hair piled high on her head with curls cascading down her back And framing the face that rivaled the beauty of the roses that filled the halls. Several times he had to slip outside and contain himself For he so wanted to ask her to dance and hold her in his arms The sight of her, the scent of her filled his senses and drove him mad! And then he would remember who he was...what he was...and pull back. For Jevon was no ordinary man, no merely mortal man by any means Some might say he was no man at all but he knew who he was And that he still had the same needs and desires of any man Perhaps more so, for he had had more time to accumulate them. He was hungry. Ravenous. His body burned with need, his heart, almost to bursting with wanting So long without a hand to hold, a body to embrace, a mouth to kiss And he knew in that moment that no other mouth would do but hers. He watched her dance, swirling and twirling around the floor In the arms of men that would never deserve her, never know her love Men who looked at her like thirsting men might worship a glass of water, Or starving men might gaze at a feast not believing it was real. He sneered inwardly at them yet at the same time envying them their fortune To hold that voluptuous and fascinating form in their arms! To hear the music of her laughter and see her throw her head back And be close enough to kiss that throat! It was unbearable! He tried to stay away. For a fortnight, he succeeded And then again he flew to her balcony and watched her as she slept The snow had come again and covered the land with it's magic Every ugly thing had been made beautiful, even the cemeteries full of bones. He watched her through the lace curtains on the balcony doors Her face, soft in the moonlight, her throat displayed and begging to be kissed He felt the pulse in his veins go wild, the rush of ancient blood call out He fell to his knees in the snow and grasped his hands together till they bled. Suddenly, she was there at the curtains! Pulling them back and peering out He dared not move, letting her think he was something the snow had given shape to She stood there looking up at the moon, not at him And he could hear her heart beating in her breast. She turned to go and the wind blew up the lapels of the long black coat And she gasped and rushed back to the glass doors to see what caught her eye But he was gone, hidden from her sight in the cloak of darkness His unusual eyes gleaming hungrily in the night.
Janaya was not a woman easy to know
She kept herself in isolation for the most part
Knowing that the secret she bore
Would surely make the strongest of mortals
Flee from her presence and worse, much worse.
She dared not tell her closest friends,
(If true friends she had)
For who could understand, accept and receive that hard truth
But scorn it, hate it, despise and seek to wipe it from memory?
On the morning of the day before her twenty-first birthday
She had been taken aside by her caretakers, the old women who had always been there
The only family she had ever known.............
And told a great and terrible secret.
At first, disbelieving, she denied the news
With everything in her
And locked herself in her chambers, refusing food and water
Shutting her ears to the old women's entreaties.
It was too much! Simply too much to bear or believe
"My dear." the two said patiently outside her barricaded door
"Let us in. We have much to tell you before tomorrow. Before it is too late."
But she went out upon the balcony and let them talk to her unlistening door.
As evening fell, she went back inside and prepared for bed
Her stomach rumbled hungrily but she ignored it
A steady rain began to fall but she left the balcony doors open
And lay in her white sleeping gown and let the rain blow in, chilling her.
There came a loud knock upon her door and she jumped, startled
And hid her face underneath the covers
"Janaya, sweet girl, let us in! It is imperative that you hear us!
You must know what you will face tomorrow when it comes!"
"Go away!" she shouted, "I don't believe you! Why must you tell me these lies?"
But they were no lies at all but a terrifying and awful truth
That she had come to know and accept in the days, months and years to come
Because she had no choice. No choice at all.
And so, she lived in relative isolation there in the many roomed mansion
With only the old women for companions and their trusted servants
They took very good care of her for they loved her like a daughter
And tried very diligently to make her misfortune easier to bear.
But it was a half-life, a life of waiting for the next time, the next horrible visit
The next giving over of her will to that of a detested creature for it's own use
If there was a way to break the spell, she did not know it
But feverishly read every secret book, every ancient scroll...searching for an answer.
On the morning of her twenty-first birthday, she lay in bed, having not slept
And stared out of the opened glass doors and watched the sun come up
It was the thirtieth of December, cold and wintry and promising snow
But when the sun did come up, it did not shine but cast a dark shadow upon her face.
The two women, her "Aunties" she called them, had long since retired and left her alone
Having pleaded with her for hours to let them prepare her for the inevitable But she did not listen. She denied them at every turn and closed her ears and heart Feeling somehow that denial gave her safety. But it did not. Mid-morning, she crept to the door and peeked out quietly There was a tray of food and milk waiting there And a letter telling her how very much the "Aunties" loved her But as she took the tray inside, she heard them weeping as though their hearts would break. Toward evening, she lay the book of poetry aside, sat up in bed and listened The house seemed supernaturally quiet as if holding it's breath Nothing had happened and she was sure that nothing would She relaxed, let down her guard and smiled at the terrible joke that had been played on her. Falling asleep, she thought, "I'm twenty-one now. I'm a woman, fully grown And tomorrow I will begin a new life. I will travel. I will find love. I will live." She fell into dreams that were bright and happy with expectation, good dreams But as the hour passed, the dreams became nightmares and worse than that: true.
A thunderclap roused her and as her eyes flew open, she saw that it was dark Scanning the room, she witnessed the last bit of candle wax give way from it's wick and drop She threw back the warm covers and put her feet to the cold floor and then she heard it A whisper. A voice that did not sound human and yet, how could that be? A dark form filled the glass doors and pushed them open as a bolt of lightning struck nearby She saw something horrible that she could not comprehend and cried out The form entered the room and the room became even darker. Then the thing spoke "Shhh, Janaya, be quiet. I have waited for this day for twenty-one years and now it is here."
Janaya ran for the door but the door would not open "Come here!" the thing said. "Don't fight me. You have no choice. You are mine. For all my years of sacrificing and waiting in the darkness, you are my prize and I will have you!" And the thing came closer and closer.................................... And molded it's terrible form to hers, into hers, and she was gone.
