(I just wanted to share this with anyone who would stumble over it. It's lyrics, but the tune only lives in my head right now. I don't know how or when or if I'll ever fix that.)
The dark slept deep beneath the soil
Stained by blood, cursed with rage
Strangers gathered 'neath the sky
Coming from another age
Blameless monsters
They all met in Oakhurst
In Oakhurst
Blameless monsters
Take a sip to slake a thirst
In Oakhurst.
Ancient magics promised light
Ignore the dead, just read the books.
Beacons spread the warmth and hope
To spring the trap, became the hooks
Blameless monsters
Built a home in Oakhurst
In Oakhurst
Blameless monsters
Take a sip to slake a thirst
In Oakhurst.
Light shone in the guileless eye
Of a boy lost in the wood
Trusted none but the cursed man
With leaden tongue and heart so good
Blameless monsters
They all live in Oakhurst
In Oakhurst
Blameless monsters
Take a drink to slake a thirst
In Oakhurst
With legs to walk and legs to run
Legs can't help them carry on
A pearled moon is left adrift
No side is right, no side is wrong
Blameless monsters
Setting fires in Oakhurst
In Oakhurst
Blameless monsters
Take a drink to slake a thirst
In Oakhurst
Writing stories fake or true
Think of the tales they could tell
Demons watched them avidly
Drawn in by death's sweet smell
Blameless monsters
Staring tired in Oakhurst
In Oakhurst
Blameless monsters
Slay a man to slake a thirst
In Oakhurst
There's a cure and there's a cause
But no one's leaving here tonight
They're all sane and they're all mad
And all that they can do is fight
Blameless monsters
Bring the end of Oakhurst
Of Oakhurst
Blameless monsters
All will die to slake a thirst
In Oakhurst
Anywho, I haven't done much fannish creation in years, but I didn't want to let this inspiration slip away entirely. Hearing that there's only one more week, plus being utterly wrecked over Avid's death, just drew this one out of me. I can hear the tune I wrote this to, but my music theory classes from high school are a distant memory so I don't know what I'll end up doing with it. I'd like to write the music, but...I guess we'll see. Or it'll rot away, unseen by anyone but me. If that's what happens, well, at least I made a stab at it.
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