Smile at the judges
Do not make presumptions please
All stories differ
Wind howls around my soul, entrapping me in a tomb of bewilderment!
The sharp hissing of the air all around me sings an eerie tune with the winds groans from the typhoon.
Holding the woolen scarf around me tightly as I try to fight against the windstorm; an ever loosing battle, the wind sweeps under my feet, I fall back slowly like time turning around.
I do not fall, but I am lifted up into the black skies of doom. Swirling up into the air, like a balloon!
Higher and higher it takes me. My screams become a part of the eerie screams I hear in the typhoon!
Wondering why the wind moans so? Are they the voices of other lost souls?
Glaring lights, pale as death, call you and me.
Dancing through the leaves of the night, dancing around the willows and the oak, hearing the sounds of mysticism in an endless voice of hope:
What is it that we evoke?
Rushing through the air of the night, filling our souls with curious delight; the moon shines upon us as we run after thee, O what can you be? What can you be?
The silver of the night can be what you are or a guiding star? Yes a guiding star!
You took us from our campsite when the air was chilled and harsh – you made us run bare footed across the country grass!
Nightly dew soaks our wandering feet and we search for where you go. Roaming free like a bird in the sky you fly, through the leaves of the trees in the night!
But we remain warm with your charms dear light.
Running endlessly we wonder where you take us. Miles and miles it seems… we run through the fields and past the stream, this feels like a wonderful dream!
Pure is your light of wonder, warm is your glow, but where do you take us, where do you go?
What are you which we evoke?
Faster and faster you run wild and free, past the streams and the tree’s and we run faster along with thee.
We hear a mystical voice again, calling like a choir, calling our names to follow still, even though the night is chilled!
Brighter and faster the light becomes running through the corn. We follow and run helplessly we become most forlorn!
The light has gone! The light has gone!
O where are we now?
As if it was all a dream we suddenly awake from the hypnotising light we are in the lake… we are in the lake.
Drowning, mourning sorrowfully, we cry and call for help. But all that hears our calls this night is the old mythical creature the Kelps!
All we do now is yelp and yelp!!!