Blood Soaked Banquet

The sound of laughter, the sound of the orchestra majestically playing. There comes a young girl in a white gown, a mask that covered her scarred face. All eyes on this beautiful white rose. The violins' playing, the instruments creating suck melody, such excitement in each people's heart.

As the music flowed throughout the venue, so as the girl danced gleefully as if deeply longing for a companion. She moved and swayed with the notes on the music sheet. Her hips and hands synchronized with of the conductor's and people look at her in awe.

A young man showed and grabbed her hand, stopping her. Gaining the attention of the people that whispered rumors. The sound of silent destruction, but the show must go on. They continued dancing, in synch with each tone and melody; a perfect pair indeed. People can only hope and wish for such pairing to happen to them. The man placed his hand on the girl's waist as they started dancing around. The girl smiled as she felt his hand touched her waist. Soon, the girl's white dress was stained red like a white rose turning into the color of wine. Some might say it is sorcery, while some might say that it was the tailor's sewing skills. A man wearing a red suit knelt down in awe.

The girl pranced around like nothing happened while the young gentleman lie down cold and bloody. The spectators soon noticed something shimmering, reflecting the girl's hand. The knife soon gained popularity amongst the audience and tension inside the banquet grew. The blood dripped onto the music sheet, with the conductor's panic, the orchestra began changing the aura of the events; from soothing white to distressing red. And then, we hear hysteric laughter.

Soon enough, the sound of metals clashing and gunshots accompany the orchestra. The women screaming in sync with the violins. One by one, people lay down to face the earth where they will soon be buried in. From outside the ballroom, an old man approached as the orchestra blankets the chaos that happens inside. It is a beautiful sound indeed. The girl continued dancing, bowing as each person in front of her falls on the floor. Her pale white skin perfectly matched the red rose hue of what she wears.

Silence surrounded the banquet as the orchestra ceased playing. The girl carefully finished with a graceful twirl and the old man reached out his hand to grab hers. "You have finished thy duty. Now it is time to go." The girl accepted the invitation and was soon swallowed by a blinding light. It was a dance of revenge, or so they say, that she yearned for. And now that she finished her intermission, the sound of collapsing bodies onto the hardwood floor passed her ears like applause and the blood thay stained the stage and her dress likewise became roses, recognizing her and her beaury, talent, and death.

"Could such performaces be forgotten?

It was mesmerizing to see such art, such beauty, such elegance, such determination and hard work. But then again, such stories are almost too good to be true." A man with an extraordinary taste in art claimed as he pulled out the knife that was in the girl's waist. Ironically, foolishly, people strive for attention yet they forget how frail and unfair life is. He smiled as he faced the old man's head served in a golden platter. A perfect recreation of an art so unique: Salome and the Head of John the Eucharist.