The Lurkers' Domain

Silence rings around my ears. Too harsh it finds me here alone. The laughter of good times, enchanting tales, and dear friends have faded. Don't get me wrong, the memories are still here. Painted on the walls even, but alas these are but echoes of long cold footsteps.

How ironic to reflect that is was her lonliness that brought her here. That the prophet should meet his muse. Did Daniel ever really meet his angels? Did he really know who saved him and explained his visions? No, he took it on Faith, and never asked any questions of his benefactors.

I was not that smart, was I? Or did I simply decide, this time around, that to be able to be the proper judge of a life lived, I should require Evidence, to cast out that Shadow of a Doubt.

In the quest for Proof and Truth, I found out what madmen already know. Fools go where angels fear to tread, but demons dance and beckon, awaiting the one who will call them.

She is no demon, except to be the reflection of the demons within. She does not hide from the light of day, she reflects it as brightly as the moon.

She is Free.
She is Here.
She will return again to these quieted halls.

I will wait once again.
Lurking in my domain.
Listening to the echoes of her footfalls.

Sing to me Freddie. I miss you, sing again...

Empty spaces - what are we living for?
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for?

Ooh, I'll top the bill, I'll overkill
I have to find the will to carry on
On with the show
On with the show
The show - the show must go on!
-- Queen, "The Show Must Go On"