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[pretty_maids]

Drusilla sways down the stairs, listening intently to... something. Something only she can hear. Voices in her head. No. Not just voices. Songs. Music. So pretty but still... She reaches the bottom of stairs, tilts her head to the side, closes her eyes, and starts to sing softly, as she crosses the room, hips swaying gently in time to the music...

"All around me I see songs and dances
Ballet stances, magic trances
People crooning, swooning, taking chances
Songs of repair, songs of dispair
Their fears and hopes becoming verses
A capella, arietta
In my head I hear the intermezzo
Allegretto, adagietto

And I know that it sounds funny
But it's really kinda sad
The songs are hiding secrets
The verses horror-clad
You won't believe me when I tell you
We will all go down in flames
You'll tell me that I'm crazy
I'm a very, very mad girl
Mad girl

Where there's smoke, there's fire, and that's the story
Blaze of glory, Memento mori
Songs of love and hate and songs of worry
And people listen, people listen
What's inside comes out and makes us nervous
Sweet and sour, bright and dour
The words spill out, it's like an intervention
No one knew but now we all do

And I know that it sounds funny
But it's really kinda sad
The songs are hiding secrets
The verses horror-clad
You won't believe me when I tell you
We will all go down in flames
You'll tell me that I'm crazy
I'm a very, very mad girl
Mad girl

I'm watching your world
Mad girl"

With a sigh, she settles herself into a chair by the fire and watches the flames dancing.

"We'll burn... we're all going to burn like witches..."

[ooc: Thanks very much to Roger for writing the wonderful filk for me when I got completely stuck.]