THE QUEEN IS DEAD (part 2) by Queen Kitteh

Nothing visible before me, I wander through this dream. A Thick cloud of fog encamping about this place. Milky white suffocating everything it touches. Blood red contrast draped over my shoulders, trailing behind me in twelve yards of fabric. I stand with dull green stars numbly staring out into the morning dark as the sun begins to rise, and with it the wave of fog crashing in. As it descends to trap me, I scream in its wake, trying to remain still, denying myself the flight I so desire to take. To run far away from here, out into the woods, and across the river, until I reach the meadow of my serendipity. But I don't flee, I stay, and scream until my soul has found the strength to settle, to let me breathe. Anxiety rising up into my throat, struggling to focus enough to collect my senses. I begin to wander involuntarily out into the mist, the cloud filling my lungs, the cold, heavy, wet claws sinking into my flesh as I continue to walk farther and farther away into the fog. The fine hairs on my neck standing, on my arms, my back, all of my body alarmed, a cold sweat taking hold of me. When I hear my name whispered into my ear, whipping around to find nothing but the vast empty cloud. now all at once, my name echoing. in a snake like manner, eerie, creeping, tempting, taunting. All directions, a thousand voices calling me. I sink to the ground, holding my head, covering my ears trying to block out the whispers, now growing louder, and louder, shrieking. Sending me into intense fear and terror. I feel a presence beyond the fog, I open my eyes to find the clearest pair of blue eyes piercing my soul to the core. Nothing but red and blue, bright against the stark white fog. as suddenly and as fearfully as it came the fog reversing, and the body of a broad shouldered noble man stepping towards me. I know him, his eyes have judged my soul before. The red beard, he is...I mouth the word, "the king." something mysteriously intriguing walks with him, as he stands now over me. Threatened, vulnerable, and afraid I shrink. Half anticipating his wrath, his hand settles lightly on my shoulder and I flinch, cringing, as a cry struggles to go unnoticed. I summon my courage, looking up at the pair of blues, all I see in his stars is a calm seriousness, and pity, compassion. Wide eyed, still I linger. His lips part and he speaks to me, " my lady, you are so utterly shaken, come come." he draws me up, careful with me as of I were a delicate adornment. Confused I am Drawn into his strong arms. then my world begins to spin, like deja vu and I stand alone. It happens over and over again. Zooming, panning the view. Rushing into me, as I relive the scene. I am alone. His blue eyes still visible in mine.