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The Poet and The Pendulum

Songfic. May contain spoilers for Breaking Dawn, but if yodd..ven't read it by now, then there's something odd...unless you're just discovering the wonders of Twilight. Then it's fine XD Twilight characters through deaths they have suffered - whether emotional, mental, physical or psychological deaths. The lyrics used are from "The Pacific" - part of one of Nightwish's songs, "The Poet and The Pendulum."


1. Chapter 1

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“I'm afraid, I'm so afraid…”
She rocks in the corner of her cell, in the dark, longing to be free, to escape…escape this torturous place. Why do they do this? It is not her fault she sees what is to come…why is she here? She looks up and is blinded as the door to her cell opens and light streams through the opening to her deprived eyes. She screams at the pain, and then faints as another pain comes, hotter and sharper than any she has experienced before, even the electro-shock therapy she has been tortured by for years. The other pain, the worse pain, comes and sweeps all else away, leaving her in complete and utter darkness.


“Being raped again and again and again…”
She cries out as they torture her, hurting her with what should only be shared in love. She is bleeding, dying, as they all laugh and stagger off, drunken and unaware of the horror of the crime they have just committed. She just wants the pain to stop; to be relieved from her shame. Then there is the angel, lifting her and flying with her. Temporary relief from the pain that plagues her. The pain returns even worse than before, and she screams and screams as the fire burns through her veins. Please…someone stop the pain.


“I know I will die alone…”
She is falling, falling to put an end to the pain of her life. Her poor baby boy…she will join him soon. Sharp, searing agony appears as she lands, not dead as she had hoped. The pain is worse than that she has experienced in her now-gone life, and there is blackness as it controls her… searing, burning pain takes its place, worse than before, and she forces her eyes to open just once more as she hears a familiar, beloved voice. Warm, familiar golden eyes peer at her anxiously, and a soft velvet voice apologises as the pain is renewed, burning her inside. A faint smile flits across her features before she sinks into blackness to escape the pain.
“But loved.”


“You live long enough to hear the sound of guns…”
He knows the pretty woman is dangerous; he can see it in her red eyes. But she is a beauty…pale, but a beauty…she bites and a fire appears. He knows, as the pain takes over, that he will not fight again. as he lay dying, the pain dimming his senses in its fire, he dimly hears the sound of gunshots in the distance…and screams as the agony truly presents itself.


“Long enough to find yourself screaming every night…”
She awakens with a scream, sobbing and clutching her chest as the pain tears at her heart. No…no, no, no, no-no-no…her father hears her agonised cries but does not come, used to the screams he cannot soothe away. Nothing soothes her pain now…nothing. It is a regular occurrence – normal. Still in pain, she drifts to sleep again…And awakens screaming again the next morning.


“Long enough to see your friends betray you…”
He is shocked at his long-time friend, shocked and sad. He stares, amazed at the truth of it all. It is true…she has betrayed him, her family and his family – her good friends. She has betrayed them all. Sadness fills him as he watches her. He has lived long enough now…to see a friend betray him and herself. It is as if a part of him dies…


“For years I've been strapped onto this altar…”
Sacrifice. All he is, all he has ever been, all he will ever be. A sacrifice. First his one love, his only child and now his only grandchild. Soon his sanity will follow the three beautiful women who have walked from his life and left him in pieces. He has only his sanity…it is all that remains. The rest he has sacrificed in one form or another. He is next – the next lamb on the altar.


“Now I have only three minutes and counting…”
He lays dying in a pool of his own blood as the bear towers over him. He guesses he has three minutes at most before his life is ended. Three minutes before the beast kills him…three minutes and counting. Suddenly, as the clock in the back of his mind counts down his final moments, the bear is gone, a beautiful angel in its place. The angel’s face is agonised, and he is almost overcome by an urge to comfort her, this beautiful angel. But he cannot touch an angel, no matter how close, sad or beautiful…the angel lifts him in her cold thin arms, and they are flying. His eyes close. He is brought back from the brink by a searing pain worse than any bear-wound, and screams. The pain is intense…and lasts much longer than three minutes.


“I just wish the tide would catch me first…”
He contemplates killing the mutant spawn that has just killed its mother, the only woman he has ever loved in his short life. The spawn of his only love and his mortal – or immortal – enemy. Mind made up, he creeps towards the half-breed and the leech protecting it, mothering it. He is close enough to strike…before he can leap, tear, kill, the child turns familiar eyes to him and he is swept away in the tide of her deep brown gaze. He does not resist.


“And give me a death I always longed for.”
He asks his mortal enemy, his only true enemy and only true ally, for death should his only reason for life cease to be. It is the only thing he has wanted he has not received – that final death. He has always longed for that final death, and if his reason for existing leaves to travel into the void, he will follow. He will not be denied his right. But he does not need that final death…she lives.


“Save me!”

The Poet and the Pendulum - Lyrics

The end.

The songwriter's dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica
Of Innocence

The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell

One last perfect verse
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ how I hate what I have become

Take me home

Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

My home was there 'n then
Those meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days
One with every smiling face

Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right

Take me home

Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

Sparkle my scenery
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The Ever Free

Tuck me in beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
Swaying blade my lullaby

On the shore we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all

"I'm afraid. I'm so afraid.
Being raped again, and again, and again
I know I will die alone.
But loved.

You live long enough to hear the sound of guns,
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night,
Long enough to see your friends betray you.

For years I've been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have 3 minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first
And give me a death I always longed for "

2nd robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half - infanticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poet

Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he's home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell

The morning dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came

Getaway, runaway, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

"Today, in the year of our Lord 2005,
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.

He was found naked and dead,
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text."

Save me!

Be still, my son
You're home
Oh when did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love

Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans within
In the end
I will always love you

The beginning.