Lead to the river, midsummer, I waved
A ‘V’ of black swans on with hope to the grave
All through Red September with skies fire-paved
I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones– Lyrics by Dani Filth.
Then came another rush of sea-fog, greater than any hitherto — a mass of dank mist, which seemed to close on all things like a grey pall…
Just some paragraphs from the book that rang a bell with me. Either for their meaning, or for how they sounded.
The roses in the window box have tilted to one side.
I’m about to hurt the gingerbread boy, cuz he’s pretend bread boy.
Amadeus, Amadeus. Amadeus. Amadeus, Amadeus. Amadeus. Amadeus, Amadeus. oh, oh, oh Amadeus. Come and rock me Amadeus.
“Gentlemen, welcome to Muskrat Farm”.
What an ending!