The twisting of necks,
It was a dark, dark day.
Their outlines colored neon and screeching.

And in harmony the voices tumbled out of their throats.
“It was like the marble statues could speak” she said, observing the choir of lucid figures.
“What are you talking about..”  My words trailed off as useless things, lacking existence.

Then, they soared in a fountain of liquified color, spiraling towards the nothing.

Lucy’s short hair hung, and moved as if there were wind.
I felt no wind.. Was there something she could feel, and I did not?
Something she knew of? Was all of this making sense to her?

Then, it rained blue. and red. and green and purple..!
And the..tigers flew..in to bestow..a kiss upon the..lips of the..prin..cess..
The panther’s diamonds, at the flash of light, the sparkling sudden..

My sanity became obsolete.
And Lucy and I were free.