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War of Jesters.
2003-08-23 04:03:06 (UTC)

Dame Joliet in the Dance Hall.

The waitresses open the big crystal doors for me. People
in snobbish dresses and masks of delicate white porcelain
stare at my humble self while i make my way through the
room. Celtic music plays in the background, and the
faceless crowd follows its rythm with marked dancing
steps. I turn around and see the joyful King and Queen
sitting on their thrones, their shiny crowns expelling the
unavoidable aroma of power. Golden lamps hang up high from
the far away ceiling. The clear thousand candle lights
shine above us. Some ladies wear a royal turkey's feathers
on their heads, some carry extravagant jewerly with them,
some wear exotic dresses and some just wear their rich
husbands. I am not impressed by their glowing. There is
something i can breathe in here, something i know i must
see....
suddenly, the dancing crowd stops and moves away. The
Celtic music is still playing, but this time, it is
definitevely a different,magickal tune. The King and Queen
regain silent and stare expectantly. A weak shadow starts
making its way to the middle of the dance hall. She starts
moving in such a sutile way, her softness breaks the
faceless crowd's masks. She is wearing a wine-colored
mystical dress which falls like a dark wave, and her
extremely long black hair walks wild in the air, as her
white body moves around. The lady moves gracefully, like a
swan, and her swinging hands resemble the softest of an
angel's feathers. Her movements are heavenly rhythmic and
deep. She simply absorbs the music and exhales it through
her body!
Beauty wraps around her majestic dance, and her curves
seem to draw the beautifulest of songs. Everybody stares.
Women with envy, men with an inevitable sexual attraction.
She suddenly looks at me. Am I the only one who feels...
love? Dame Joliet shines deeper than anything else. The
sun itself would hide at her presence.
I have found her. I found the goddess disguised as Dame
Joliet, the barefooted celtic dancer. She stares at me,
and with a kind innocent smile invites me into her
hurricane. I start walking towards her. I suddenly notice
my dress is particularly like hers! only purple. My hair
unexpectedly starts growing and growing, until it reaches
the floor. "I have grown free", whispers Dame Joliet, as i
walk closer to her, "it is time for you to free yourself
too." She then leans and holds my hand. It knocks me
unconscious right away. We start dancing. I cannot feel my
emotions, i am losing them.

All i have left is a clear sensation. I feel safe....


Nemo.




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