Music Monday: Hey, Tony...

In which I wonder if a story is really just going to be a fairy tale retelling or if it has its own tale to tell...And that's all I'm going to say about that. Camp Nanowrimo Spoilers, Sweetie.

Moonlight (A Vampire's Dream)

by Stevie Nicks

Some call her strange lady from the mountains
Well, yes, and others say she's not really real
Like a candle burns bright
And it wants to burn faster
Well, maybe then, at least, she really feels
She really feels

Burning like a candle in the middle
She's lonely, lost, she's disconnected.
She finds no comfort in her surroundings.
Beautiful, insecure, she has nothing.
She moves from situation to situation, like a ghost.
Then she see's him, candle burning.

It's strange, she runs with the ones she can't keep up with
It's so strange, slows down, so desperate to stop her
Meet her in the middle, they both run from the one who hunts them.
They drop to the forest floor, frozen,
They drop to the forest floor, frozen
He loves her, but he loves his life alone as well
But does he know the road or the reasons why

Well, if he leaves her
He'd be losing the chance to stay alive
Well, the candle burns bright
Then the candle dies
Burning from the middle
Like a candle

It's strange, she runs with the ones she can't keep up with
It's so strange, slows down, so desperate to stop her
Meet her in the middle, they both run from the one who hunts them.
They drop to the forest floor, frozen,
They drop to the forest floor, frozen

Strange, she's laid on the floor in silent pain
Strange, she sat in the chair for months just staring
Strange, she knows too much to walk away
Strange, she couldn't do it anyway,
Strange, she's laid on the floor in silent pain
Strange, she sat in the chair for months just staring
Strange, she knows too much to walk away
Strange, she couldn't do it anyway

He slows down, he slows down,
He slows down,
She couldn't do it


She couldn't do it