BEHIND THE VEIL (2)

Behind closed doors, voices are heard; a discussion about what should be done about this mysterious woman.

She can hear them; She hears every word that is spoken and She laughs.

They are asking for her name, where She came from, who She is, does she have any family?

'you will never know', She thinks to herself. She has decided not to tell.

She waits in silence for the Scarlet Veil to tell her what to do.

She finds it somewhat amusing that She is the only one that can see the Scarlet Veil.

They probably think She is crazy, a nutcase...

On the contrary, She thinks She is special. She is the One; the opportuned female chosen to carry out the salvation of the world.
So what if the very people she's out to save think otherwise?
She had been warned that things like this could happen and She is handling it really well.
So there She is, standing by her window, the room around her is pitch black...
Amidst all these blackness, She finds solace, She finds peace.
She is not bothered, She knows what She is waiting for; She knows why She has been sent.
And as long as She knows, She will wait...
Till her apparition appears again unto her...

BEHIND THE VEIL

She sits, as still as the night.

She is dressed  in black. A knee length black gown, with white pearls adorning her neckline, the skin around her neck almost as pale as the pearls she wears.

She sits,

a candle flickers right by her side, gently casting soft shadows across the wall.

She is very quiet, her mind is somewhere across the Atlantic.

She doesn't say a word, She is beautiful, with tastefully carved features, like a porcelain doll, set in a glass casing.

The candle light flickers and a glimpse of her face is seen; She has wet tears streaming down her face and yet, She doesn't sniff or make any move to wipe them away.

Behind her, movement is heard. A door opens and a figure steps in, She does not turn or even start when her name is called; softly at first, then it crescendos vehemently.

Cursing, the figure steps back out and the lady allows herself a small, defiant smile...

The last three people that have been sent to her have left, frustrated and much more baffled than when they came in.

Then She moves... A dignified movement full of grace and comportment... this is a lady with class.

The door opens again and this time, a lady walks in and they embrace tightly. And for the first time, the lady in black speaks... In soft waves, her voice is barely audible  at first, then it becomes stronger...

" The veil", she mutters.. " There's something behind the veil".

Confused, her companion looks round the room, " which veil, my dear?".

" the scarlet veil that's behind you" comes the husky reply.

The lady in the black dress gently pushes her hand forward, pointing into nothingness, describing abstraction. She lingers in tht position for quite some time before raising trembling hands to her lips and moves back to her position in front of the window.

Once again, She becomes as still as the night but this time, She keeps muttering to herself.

" Something behind the scarlet veil...". Resigned, her companion leaves her to the comfort of her thoughts...

closing her eyes, the lady takes in a deep breath and a strange smile bends the corners of her lips...