Song Adaptation: The Creepy Green Light

by Christian Gillam, SUNY Cortland

Posted in on Thursday, Mar 19

On muddy ground I'm lying drunk on her grave. My bottle of wine is on its side next to me and reflects the moonlight, bent and slender, in a crescent shade of chartreuse. I rest my head on her cold slab. Soon the church bell in the town's square will strike midnight.

The autumn air thickly fills my lungs so sweetly and reminds me of her smoky breath. All around me the fallen leaves dance;, rising, pirouetting, red, orange, and brown - the confetti of death - raining down from the skeletal branches of Halloween trees.

I sip the wine and remember her final words, "Don't be afraid of the green light." The days since have been dreamlike: - foggy, calm and, meaningless. The nights have been sleepless. On the old bridge above the frozen river I held her wilted body, amidst the twisted metal and broken glass, and kissed her quivering smile. Under cascading snowflakes, in fairytale winter glistening, her eyelids closed. I can still recall the taste of lipstick and blood.

The church bell sounds. The soil splits. a. And as promised my love did rise. I watch her opalescent body emerge from below. I hand her the bouquet of maple and oak leaves as the final bell toll fades.

She doesn't speak but takes my hand. Her fingertips are as cold as the night on the bridge. We walk through the cemetery, into the sleeping town.

Her reflection is absent in the dark windows of the general store. Her footsteps are silent against the damp sidewalk.

"In death or life we'll always be," I say. She smiles. Her lips are two slivers of vermilion. The rest of her is gray like clouded, icy concrete.

We follow the road out of town. The trees around the empty highway shiver and hiss in the breeze. The fluorescent streetlights flicker and buzz.

She leads me to the bridge;. Underneath the black river sloshes against jagged rocks. The leaves are still falling everywhere. Our parade down the empty road has come to an end. Hand in hand we walk to the edge.

She tosses the bouquet over. It strikes the water, momentarily shattering my lonesome reflection.

Our hands uncouple. She steps forward over the edge and hovers above the water, - a pale silhouette against the night and the dark trees. The leaves fall all around us. "Don't be afraid of the green light," she says.

I step forward. In death or life we'll always be....


Type O Negative
"Creepy Green Light."

Lyrics

This halloween

So unlike any other

Her final words

Don't be afraid

Of the green light

Of the green light

Green light


On muddy ground

I'm lying drunk on her grave

Where i must wait

Until she wakes

The soil splits

Greenwood's ground will quake beneath me

And so shall take into the earth

To the green light

To the green light


The autumn air

Thickly fills my lungs so sweetly

Reminds me of her smoky breath

With wine and this bouquet of maple and oak leaves

In death or life we'll always be


I find myself drawn to her shadow domain

I find myself drawn to her shadow domain

I find myself drawn to her shadow domain


This moonlit night

Late October's swirling fog gloom

And as promised my love did rise

From the green light

From the green light

Green light

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