The Lifted Veil, Pt. 1.

 Written to the tune of: 



"Sometimes, dear Orchid, one must stand at the brink of Hell to truly find themselves. While most go to this cliff kicking and screaming, there are the rare sorts such as yourself whom actively seek its pits. Your entire life you've chained up the call of the Beast within you that you may abide by the person you really believed yourself to be. And who was that person, Orchid? ... why take a look around yourself now?"


What lay about her was a crossroads and though there were many roads to choose from, a line of people four abreast marched down only one for as far as the eyes could see. They were people of varying gender, ethnicity, heights and weights, all devoid of color and all marching soundlessly in that one direction. Over there faces they wore long, dark charcoal veils which did not even stir in the strongest of winds.


The Orchid herself wore one of these veils, but unlike the others, hers was pulled up above her mouth --- freeing it to have a voice. Just now she hitched up one side that her eye may take in this sight of desolation, macabre order in a chaotic landscape which raged about these gray people. Burning shrubs and trees which seemed to move with the help of unseen forces speckled about the crossroads.


Then there was her. Resplendant in red, her cheeks and lips rouged to match the color of the ankle length dress she wore, tastefully split up each side to just above the knee. Her hair was wild and dark about her shoulders, lifting to the breezes which swept through the trees, smelling of oncoming storms.


"You once stood amongst them, Orchid, never daring to look nor speak beyond the veil. Never quite knowing anything more than your reflection found in the faces of other people --- the thoughts of you they held. It was always them you felt you had to be in line with --- that to be a piece of this world, you had to fit into that particular puzzle."


"Yet there was always something inside you that was different, dearest of seekers. It was that thing which the Beast took an interest in and began calling to you so long ago. That Beast is what has caused such inner torment in you --- the need to look outside the veil and see what the fuck is really going on. To see for yourself the great, infinite sadness which came from falling into those ranks. You, dearest of Orchids, chose to look for your own reflection."


"And when you found it ...
you opened your eyes ...
and stepped inside."