Danse MacabreA Story by EradikaitA dance with death.The impetus led the way, scraping its unseen force against
my trembling spine. Beggary was futile. The entity only knew departure; it
couldn’t even register my silent scream. I looked to the celestial sphere for answers. Darkness
crawled along the horizon, feasting tirelessly on the minute rays of sunlight.
The dreaded blue star flickered triumphantly against its colorless canvas. I knew nothing. The old earth rocked rebelliously in a fleeting rhythm. A
haze drifted across the swelling ocean, barely hiding the violent grief it
contained. To the south, a raven cawed in orgiastic ecstasy. Please let there be a
dove! The impetus had reached its final destination and it deserted me on hollow ground. I attempted to flee the other way toward salvation. I tripped over a stray branch, nearly spraying myself with agony. The book of life shuttered. I flinched instinctively. I gaped at my surroundings. Engraved stones lined the area
in a perfect formation; some were even decorated with wilting carnations and dried
marigolds. The scene was a memory from a distant dream. That’s when I realized
it was the tryst. A cackle erupted in the distance and severed the calm
atmosphere. I spotted my greeter: a skeletal creature with fiery eyes of
self-abandonment. He lingered near the gate to the resting place, rattling with
morbid delight at my entry. Once I passed the being, the mood shifted. His countenance
immediately became somber. I halted my movement and watched as the skeleton
procured a fiddle. The bloodless musician dragged his bow slowly against a
string. My heart almost escaped my mouth. I felt his presence. A masked figure covered in midnight garb approached me from
the moon’s shade. He observed me with his pools of blackness. I evaded his
piercing stare; I did not dare fall into his vacancy. He offered me a white viscaria. I took it wordlessly. The violin’s tempo increased. The harmony was reminiscent of
a waltz. We formed a closed position in grave silence. I never learned the proper steps, but it did not matter. He
led me across the uneven terrain flawlessly.
We danced our way beneath the canopy of Cypress trees, right into the
heart of darkness. I kept twirling into the perfect harmony. The music rose
steadily toward the crescendo and I willingly fell into it. The moment embodied
bliss. I was spinning, spinning, spinning… A hush sliced across the air. The dancing stopped. The viscaria descended from my shaking hand. I followed its departure with my eyes. It landed right next
to an empty grave, and it instantly shriveled. I slowly moved my gaze to the
gray stone in front of the sepulcher. In eloquent italics, the marking on it
read, “Et in Arcadia ego.” There was no date; no name. I looked to the masked figure for answers. He silenced me with a kiss. I heard a scream in the
distance. The earth welcomed me to my eternal home. © 2012 EradikaitAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
247 Views
1 Review Shelved in 1 Library
Added on October 3, 2012Last Updated on October 3, 2012 Tags: horror, fiction, macabre, skeletons, Halloween, cemeteries, bones, scary, frightening Author
|