Once upon a time, there was a dancer in the night. He was the premier danseur in his marionette company, taking the spotlight, stealing away people’s breaths, people’s hearts. And of how he danced that a treacherous dance, double-dealing in life and death with his marionette comrades and his living, breathing audience.
Battered, misunderstood, he danced a damning dance between acts, wishing to his fairy godmother somewhere to belong. In silent desperation (unbeknownst to those around him) he walked the Devil’s Road with dreams of being a real boy.
To be admired, his dedication. Genuine, almost childlike in his naivete surrounding himself with life and all things living.
His fairy godmother granted him the wish only for the day, but when the spell wore off, he could not reconcile and wished to the fairy godmother to be put out of his misery.
The generous lady swirled her magic wand, and with two taps to his chest, pierced his heart, turning him to ash. There was a loving smile on his face when this happened.
The audience at the playhouse wept for the marionette, but they always remembered him in their as he was, a little frozen piece of time.
They held a little funeral in his memory.
His epitaph read:
None can say he did not try hard enough
ok so I arted again… i guess.
I’ve been in love with the song 4’clock by Emilie Autumn forever, because it’s just the perfect description of my feelings when I’m sleepless.
This idea has been spinning round my head for ages, now I finally took up the courage to try and realise it.
Hope you guys like it!
art by nihidea
lyric by Emilie Autumn
They were EVERYWHERE in Camden Town, you have any idea how much I had to pull myself together to not buy ALL of the watches!?