By The Waterside

It's finished, it's long, but who has a quick chill? Ed: more bass, still trying to get rid of distortion. Ed: tweaked cymbols on third phase. Ed: tweaked claps A girl walks alone by the waterside. Draped in shimmering satin, translucent, enfolded with a ghostly aurora, her hair silver as the moon light cascading through the leaves as she passes from cool shade to cold night. She pauses, breathing the freezing air that guards against tears she does not want to shed. A ripple, the infinite mirror disturbed and a calling croak announces the visitor. Drifting to her knees, hands pressed down as though in prayer, she wonders if all those childhood becalmings held any truth. That maybe one wish, frozen in time in a frozen field, could be granted. She reaches out and with the softness of a father's first kiss to his newborn child, makes her wish. And what happened? Nothing and the next day her boyfriend had genital warts. :P