“Jolene,Jolene, Jolene…
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green…”
It’s a voice,a familiar one. Sad. Lonely. Pleading.
Whispers echo, like moth wings fluttering in a silent room.
Darkness again.Thick and heavy, a million pounds dragging down into deeper, colder silence.
Not there. No, not down there. Emptiness lurks in that deepness.
Music,again.
“…One daymore
Tomorrow you'll be worlds away
And yet with you my world has started
One more day all on my own
Will we ever meet again?”
The weighty,titanic vehemence of the dark cold nothing lightens, ever so slightly. The claws retract, just a little. The silence is yet still and fathomless, but there is, somehow, a sense of…
Something.
Music once more,and now there are tears in the voice.
“Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you?”
Only fools rush in.
There is meaning in those words.
It tugs.
Draws with it a sense of…self.
An awareness ofI.
“…ButI'm content
The angels must have sent you
