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A Cornish Denouement
Contributed by
aliopterix
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Tuesday, 4th May 2010 @ 11:37:45 PM in AEST
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A Cornish Denouement
The doors to the small chapel slammed ominously shut.
Held as I was on both sides by the two sinister robed figures,
There seemed to be little chance of any easy escape.
This was reinforced when I looked behind me and saw three beasts;
They were all reminiscent of large dogs with ferocious teeth and yellow eyes,
The pads of their feet equipped with talons which could rip flesh from bone.
I was led down the aisle and the congregation, all robed, stood as one.
The scene was lit by hundreds of black candles which flickered,
Casting intimidating shadows upon the walls and which smelt of sulphur.
Although wearing cowls the faces of those present were familiar,
Indeed I had met most of them from day to day during my visit.
The only face I could not discern stood behind the altar, holding the dagger.
Melissas twin seemed totally oblivious to the scene and transpiring events,
She lay on the altar, *****; awaiting whatever fate with total acquiescence.
It was at this time that the chanting began, a low monotone of ancient tongue.
Eventually I arrived at the altar and my captors released me to join the others.
I looked into the cowl of the figure in front of me but still could see nothing,
The only things discernable were two slit-like bright red eyes that burned with fire.
The chanting had risen in volume, building to a crescendo echoing around the room.
Holding the dagger in one hand and a golden chalice in the other the priest lifted his head.
I was paralysed, unable to move, not just from fear but the power of those eyes.
Cutting the wrist of the victim on the altar he caught the exuding blood in the chalice.
He lay down the dagger and held the chalice aloft chanting some archaic incantation.
The noise inside the chapel was now deafening and black smoke began emanating from the chalice.
Still unable to move I closed my eyes to the horror and silently prayed.
I begged whoever could help to intervene and spare the life of this girl.
The black smoke that came from the chalice had begun to take some sort of form.
It was at this time that the girl grabbed the dagger from the altar and stood.
She proffered the dagger to me but still immobile I knew not what to do.
Smiling at me, she walked forward and held me, kissed me, *****************************.
I awoke in the morning and this time there were no sweat stained sheets.
Neither was I alone. Lying beside me was my beloved Melissa, alive.
She was so warm to the touch, the sweet smell of her perfume so heady.
I could hear her breathing and I took her in my arms and cried silently.
Had the previous evenings events been a dream, or the previous months?
I knew not but what was real was the fact that I had been re-united with Melissa.
Alistair Muir
05/05/2010.
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Re: A Cornish Denouement
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by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 5th May 2010 @ 09:18:11 AM AEST
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thank you for sending me to another time, a century far away, where robed figures, magic and candlelight and chilling events took place making me hold my breath; longing for a rapid end to sooth my longing simultaniously wishing it would never stop....
the ending, ahh the ending, was it a dream or time traveling, i may never know yet am happy she breathes again for whatever reason,
a beautifully written well woven tale, a wonder, enchantingly wicked good!
hugs n' love nessa
roses
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