Mellification
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[Instrumental] Mellification, something the ancients used to practice Something the same historians who wrote about mad honey said down in their records, long before Jesus walked the Earth Youth, the ever-deared Emma couldn't hear what Honey said next, her speech muffled and distorted inside the tank There was a squelching, sucking sound Honey laid a glistening, shrunken skeleton thing, gently on the flowers beside Emma Bees swarmed hungrily upon it Sweetness began to glug into the tank as one by one, Honey emptied the huge vessels to refill it She'd been a girl from Greenwood A few miles southeast of Ardenhouse, barely in her teens, Honey's father had become infatuated That was what had done for poor old mother Honey; Sylvia, as she'd been back then, had seen to it that there was no happy ever after for the pairing, however At first the idea had been to preserve the body, that was what mellification was supposed to do When her father returned, his young lover vanished She had walked into the orchard, show him what he had done, then when he was broken, she'd shown him what she had done Show him his dead-eyed sweetheart, now sweeter than ever But Mr. Arden never returned Whether it was curiosity, boredom, or madness that led to her first taste, she couldn't say The ancients wrote that honey from a mellified body was supposed to have miraculous, even magical properties Soon, she knew it was true Age did not wither her, she remained forever the young mistress of Ardenhouse Well, not quite forever You see recently, she'd begun to notice some changes; uncool changes She'd been thinking that it was time to replenish her supply, begun to wonder how she would do it And then one night, she'd come across a burning car on a deserted country lane Emma's vision faded slowly from glowing amber through the Stygian black As her living dead form sank, languorously The rusted bolts grasped into place, one by one Days turned to weeks, turned to months, without her noticing or caring The only sound, the intermittent squeaking of a rusted tap Echoing sluggishly through the viscous sweetness which enveloped all
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