Dreams and inspiration can go hand in hand at times. Even though why I dreamt of the piece below is beyond me. I wonder if someone can figure that out for me, haha.
On a moonless night, I wandered into the forgotten graveyard of my ancestors. The ground being reclaimed by nature. Obscuring roots and eroded gravemarkers alike. A dark green vine crept up the west side of the last family crypt. The vine was blooming a deep scarlet colored flower, with a black center. Somehow the old stone road that led to the ancient castle remained untouched. Even the protective stone wall that hid the cemetery seemed intact. At this distance I couldn’t make any guess at the state of the castle, I knew was there.
Walking along the old stone road, pausing a few steps away from a rusting iron gate door. A petite woman in a full length dark red dress was standing behind the gate. Long fire red hair ran down and across both shoulders. Contrasting the women’s highly pale skin. She was staring at me with inhumanly bright blue iris, possessing an that was oddly contracted considering how dark it was. Her lips were narrow, having the same color as her dress. If that was makeup or something else was difficult to discern. A polished silver chain rested around her neck, holding a fist-sized black jewel. The black gem was surrounded by a small perfect circle of deep red rubies. Her hands were clenched around something tiny.
Barely opening her lips, she said, “You are real,” sounding like she knew something I didn’t, then the short phrase being a question.