"Why can't I fly like them?" The child asked. "Someday. When the world is safe for you and I. But for now. Papa will carry you." "I'm too big for that," she giggled.
"Father, what are those things in the sky?" The young girl asked, looking to the winged creatures who flew above them. "Those are bats, dear one. They travel by night like us." He looked down to her as he held her small hand. "Oh. Why are there so many of them?" She looked up to him as she asked this. "Because they travel in big numbers so the bigger ones can protect the young ones and guide them to where they're going." "Oh, like a big family?" Her dark eyes shined. He smiled. "Yes, dear. Like a family."
The picture makes me think of a vampire teaching his dhampir child how to use her abilities. She can summon the bats to her just like her father can. He wonders though if she can turn into one like he can.
@@rinnea241 but a lot of movie present Daywalkers as Immortal like even time cant kill them even DMC Dante Vergil Present as one but in your case story maybe to make more sense in your universe story allow timelimit to let her die as part of human.
Black silks and a cup of stars. Hold on, don't be afraid. It likes you. See how its eyes glisten. Don't worry. It'll be your friend long after I'm gone.
Hey guys here is a new Dark emotional piece called "A Fathers Lesson". It is based on the idea of the girls father introducing her to her familiar. I was going to title it something more fitting for that premise but went with A Fathers Lesson as the song has more of an emotional feel. Incredible artwork again by Abigail Larson! The final version of this piece will be released on a future album. Hope you all enjoy it, swing it a like if you did and have a great weekend!
"Lisa. I'm killing our boy." "We painted this room. We," Dracula choked on his words, "We made these toys." "It's our boy Lisa." "Your greatest gift to me. And l'm killing him." "i must already be dead..."
-Do you hear them, they talk to you. -But papa, they tell me no never walk to the village -Not with your red eyes and pointed ears darling -How to make it look normal like you? -I will teach you when you can reach the cookie jar in the living room -But you put it on the highest shelf! -Then grow yourself little one -I can just ask the baby bat to help me then -Now that's cheating -I really want to see the carnival papa -One day, I promise I will take you there, dear -Promise? -Promise
"Papa? Why must people like us die?" The small child looked up at her father with tear stained cheeks and red eyes. "Because, dear one... " The father replied, holding his precious daughter close, "People like us bring fear to those who live in the light, because we must remain in the dark. They misunderstand us...They kill what they do not understand..." He wiped the tears from her face before she turned to look at the heap of ash before them "She was misunderstood then...?" The young child asked innocently The father swallowed the lump in his throat, allowing one tear to fall down his ghostly pale face... The horrid memory of the woman, he loved most dearly, tied out in the middle of a vast field, screaming for mercy as the Sun began to burn her body away... "Yes, my dear.. Your mother was misunderstood..." Edit: This literally came into my mind whilst listening to this. It's a beautiful piece. Edit2: Woahhh! Thank you all for the likes ❤❤ I'm working on a novel now. I'll be sure to update and post a link to my Wattpad 😘
You two have really encouraged me to go straight back to my Dropbox and finish those 20+ novels and fanfics 😂. Maybe once I'm finished with them I'll upload them on wattpad or something.
my father is gone he left this gray world of ours but his spirit lives on through me and im trying my best not to let him down but its hard and my path is dark and its cold Oh my father, can you see me, i am strong Im still standing proud you taught me well, but youve died you taught me right, but im on my own now and im not sad i am glad that i had you as a child rest in peace, my only dad
The path doesn't get cold or gray when you lose a father you looked up to with love. It's your insides. The incident will leave a void, the depths of which is different from person to person; affection to affiction. But, No matter how you choose to cope with life later; taking on responsibilities, a sense of ambition for your Papa's sake, self-interest, or any other distraction, a part of you that keeps dreaming about your father, randomly finding a familiar face like his, in a big crowd will never cease for the rest of your life. Call it looking at the glass as 'half-empty' if you like. I call it, this life.. Playing through the pain.
In a serene town, a father, known for his quiet demeanor, decided to communicate a profound lesson to his daughter through the language of music. Composing a piece of music that resonated with the complexities of life, he invited her into their dimly lit living room. As the haunting melody filled the space, it conveyed a spectrum of emotions-joy, sorrow, resilience, and acceptance. Without uttering a single word, the father's fingers danced on the piano keys, unraveling the unspoken stories of his soul. The daughter, seated beside him, absorbed the powerful notes with a mix of curiosity and understanding. The music became a conduit for shared experiences, wrapping around them like a cocoon of emotions. When the last notes lingered in the air, the father looked into his daughter's eyes, imparting a silent wisdom that transcended the need for spoken language.
A poem I thought of when I first heard this wonderful song: Through deafness she had, she could not hear her father Who had screamed for her Yet it was too late On the streets of her home The poor girl meet the end of her fate Tears were shedding, screams were heard, and sadness grew The girl was on the ground Her body was damaged Though they tried very hard, they could not keep the young girl’s life Days turned to weeks Weeks turned to months Then to years He misses her so much And wishes he protected The father swears to protect his family Even if it means he will lose his life
"father? Do you miss me like you miss mommy?" The male looked up for a brief moment at the sky littered with Bats, stars, Empty darkness while his leathered shoes stood upon the dewy earth of green itself. "Well of course My dear, It is difficult to not be able to watch you grow up as like I did, as let alone I did..." The child looked down, In question of her father's words Looking for an answer, anything beneath The little time they had together. "Father? What is my destiny without you." The man looked silently at his daughter trying to grasp her father's cold hand, So close yet not close enough just as life and death itself. "My dear, You determine your future not I myself for I am apart of your death not of your life, once you turn to dust you shall be embraced in my arms once more, until then you must Be brave, carve a path, no carve a statue, make art of your life make it a canvas and once you too pass let those After you, your children, and the world see of what you've done." "But father.....how?" The Gentleman smiled Gracefully But yet again with tradgedy amogsnt those eyes. "Only you shall know my dear...my time has come, For you my dear are the next beyond me, Be a good girl, And become a beautiful creation of life it is all i ask of you." Slowly his body turned from ash to ash, Dust to dust, life to death as the girl felt tears spiral down her Eyes In silence, loneliness is all she could think of and yet embrace. All the little girl knew was to Make her father proud, Until death let's them reunite, until death does it's part.
This is crucial for me, my father died when I was 17! So young that I could not cry that day two weeks before Christmas, Now after I'm 20 I cry myself with no hold. He always wanted me to become the best and raised me well mannered. However life gives unexpected turns and breakdowns. It never stops it only keeps moving.
Peter, I keep coming back to this even just to let my ears relish in that opening theme again and again. It never gets old. The orchestration for this is absolutely brilliant- it's not too overwhelming (and I feel that some electronic composers overuse the lush bases) but this is so balanced and elegant to the very end. The programmatic element just adds to everything (but even if there was no descriptive title or beautiful art, I would've still been swept away to a mythical state of thinking). It deserves more love than it's getting. The voice re-entrance at 3:05 gave me chills and it is complimented so well with the alto activity. The orchestral reduction is done intentionally and with experienced taste. But hey- you already know all this. Please keep composing!
I watched as Stefan howled in pain-his body covered in his own blood, his eyes in tears, his wounds etched all over his once glorious body. I stood my ground and bit my tongue as he continued screaming willing myself to stop going after him. "You did well, my dear Maleficent," my father said. I looked at my father as he gazed at me proudly and nod. This was the right thing to do, I tell myself. It was meant to be like this. I bit my tongue harder until I taste blood. I silently heaved hoping that my father won't notice as I will my tears not to fall. I failed. I felt my father's strong hands grabbing me on my wrist. It will leave new bruises but not as much as what I had given Stefan. "Stop being weak!" My father screamed but I couldn't help it. I felt my tears falling. Next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground, my back hurts, my wrist bruised, and left ankle broken after my father pushed me. "It was just a pet! I told you to make him your servant!" "He was loyal to me! I made him strong! We were strong together!" I screamed back. "You made him dependent to you!" He kicked me in the gut in more fiery rage. I stood up. Looking at my father in the eye with pure anger. "I taught him how to love! He ... He also taught me the same!" Another kick in the gut. My eyes watered in pain as I try to get up again but failed. My father's strong hands grabbed one of my horns and lifted me off ground. It was too painful as if my horns are being pulled out. I wanted to scream. To kick my father. To push him to his death but I am weak. He moved close until his lips touched my right ear and whispered, "You taught him how to love and he taught you how to be weak." Seconds later, his grip left my horns and my body was flying towards my dying Stefan. "Love makes you weak," he said. Everything hurts. I was disoriented. I was just a few inches away from Stefan and although my gaze is blurry, I can see him pushing himself towards me. I couldn't even lift my fingers properly but tried to crawl towards him. I sat up when I was close enough while Stefan lay his head on my lap. My father was on the other side of the circle. Mocking me in his eyes. Daring me to show my strength and power. "Kill your pet and start the ritual," I remember him saying earlier as he gave me a long knife-before I started torturing my dear Stefan. I looked at my father in the eye and for the last time felt Stefan's blood-soaked fur. His once healthy black fur is now sticky with blood. One of his glowing red eyes are missing. I looked at my father straight in the eye and although everything in my body hurts, I held my practiced regal grace. In a snap, green magic embraced Stefan and his last howl was heard through the night. Goodbye, my dear wolf. I will always keep the memory when I was 6 and my father got you as a present. Stefan was ashes carried by the wind. I looked at my father straight in the eye and conjured another magic. I struck him a lightning straight to his heart. "You were right, father," I tell him. "Love makes us weak so you have to follow Stefan soon after." My father replied before all his breath left him, "I am proud of you, Maleficent. Happy 8th birthday and good job, my girl." - A Father's Lesson, GG - - - - This is making me emotional. And I knew that it's dark and lovely but all i could think of was a sad ending for a father and daughter.
I love this ❤️ I not sure if there are references in here but I just thought of a few: Stefan (Vampire Diaries) The Mortal Instruments (I won't mention Maleficent since that it all ready told
Father taught me a lesson, grim and dark, tearing at my soul and letting it dissapate like ashes in a cold sea. Oh how I wish I could live in a mellow and blissful ignorance.
What is it with all this (about 90%) allegedly sad music on UA-cam? It's all not sad, but rather light, beautiful, relaxing and uplifting. Make the piece sad, if you want to proclaim it's a sad one. It's so hard actually finding a sad and dark piece. This was beautiful.
Girl: Father why do we never leave the castle Father: Because you are weak and not yet ready Girl: But I am ready Father: *closes book looks at the girl and summons a bat before sending it to her* Then kill this creature. Drain it dry, until it's veins collapse in on it's self Girl: what no, I can't do that...it has done nothing wrong to me Father: Precisely my point, you are still weak, and humans...they won't show you Mercy...so you best learn to be as cruel my dear. Talk to me again when you kill this bat...
Using this to write the story of a young sorceress who lost her father, a mad man, for knowledge and ambition. Although for as crazy and consumed as he was, he still loved her and showed the power of magic in a positive way, leaving a huge legacy for her to carry and use it for the goodness
“Papa, what are they?” Asked the daughter of the creature of night. She looked up in wonder as the winged creatures flew so freely in the night sky. Her father smiled so gently. “They are bats my dear,” He said so softly. “they are our closest friends during this time of day.” He let a slight whistle and one flew gently over to his daughter. She smiled so happily the sight of such a gentle creature. “They shall be your familiar, your companion to watch over you.” “Why can’t you Papa,” His daughter asked as she looked up with a confused gaze. “won’t you continue to watch over me?” Her father only gave a bitter smile as the sad truth. “I shall, even when I may not be there,” He answered her. “just like your mother...” He she’s a single year of blood and quickly wiped it away. “Like mama,” She asked, a small smile as she had her new Familiar landed on her shoulder. “Yes, like mama,” He said as he guided her off. “Come now, we must hurry and see her before sunrise.” He leaded her off to a hidden place, a grove with countless roses, and a single gravestone in the center.
And now. Sitting by the open window and looking at the shining Moon, the stars and the world. Gundry's music fits perfectly. Thank you, Peter. Your music is my blessing... 🖤
This gives off wonderful Little Nightmare vibes at 1:52 while being one of the most unique pieces I've heard recently. I love that vibe, thank you for this!
"Papa..." "....Little one?" The empty man questioned with suken eyes. Five little fingers grasped at the soaked material above her silent heart. "My heart burns....I feel like the creater of fire." The father startled, looked down to see the chid with a heavy frown and confused tilt of her her head as she gazed at the noisy night. "It burns...but it does not hurt me. Papa...it wants to..." The child turned her bewildered eyes to her father. "Destroy. Destroy the hurt." With a withered smile he knelt to her height, gently grased her small hand clenched against her silent heart. Carefully, he pried open the pale stiffs and layed an endulging kiss on each blood soaked finger. Gazing into her quaking eyes brimmed with tears he swept her limp hair from her face and gave his most enchanting smile "Then Destroy Little One. Destroy till your heart no longer burns, till there is nothing but satisfaction." Slowly he guided her hand to the bottom of the hill, where a ignorant army stood over the ruins of their only home....where the pieces of the her mother lay strewn. Cold lips pressed her fevered ear, wispering "If they have come to end something they deem monstrous then why not show them the reason they should not be so brazen when facing one." An endulging kiss warmed her icy cheek before encouraging "Burn." From five pale fingers, caressed by her Father shot a storm of fire that was festering within her. Father and daughter watched as night turned to dusk and burning corpses learned to fear monsters.
This is fantastic the balance from the flute motif to the piano arpeggios, the voices... the mixing is dreamy all is in place. I play it in repeat serious Peter amazing piece
“What are those black birds flying in the sky, Papa?” The little girl asks. “They are called bats, dear; creatures of the night.” the father responds. A few of the bats flew around her father’s form, amazing her. Hesitantly, the little girl extends her left arm. Soon enough, one of the bats perch on her arm and falls back, allowing itself to hang from her arm upside down. Curiously, she opens her free right hand, which allows another, smaller bat to rest on her palm. She smiles at the bats and up at her father, who then smiles back. The little girl then proceeds to grab the bat perched on her arm and forms it into a stiff posture, she curls up the smaller bat into a ball and throws it into the air. She hits the smaller bat with the stiff bat, and the sound of a sharp thwack and tiny bones cracking filled the air. She giggles with delight as she watches the black ball soar into the distance, its sisters scrambling after her. She drops the formerly stiff bat into the ground. It doesn’t seem to be moving anymore and only remained limp. She stared at it inquisitively, then with an innocent grin, gazed back up at her father, who was pinching the bridge of his nose. “Not those kinds of bats, dear.”
I have never seen a composer better than you in the world. You are literally the best and most wonderful person who has composed music. You are a great addition to art, music and humanity. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for creating this music that we would not have heard without you.
Girl: Daddy why do you dress up as one of them? Father: I used to do it for Justice.. Girl: So why do you do it now daddy? All the bad guys are gone.. Dad: I do it so the bad guys can't return..I do it for you.
Father, I did not understand your words until it was too late, Your larger fingers interlaced with mine, With a warmth that promised protection and guidance, 'Beauty, life and wonder are in everything, it is yours to mould and nurture as long as you remember this.' I believed you so until the world became barren and blighted, The once pure rivers soaked in oil, The butterflies ashen and blackened, I began to see the world as a ruined canvas, It had started with potential, Yet I took from it and called it 'creation', Blamed you for the poisoned seeds that I sowed, You watched in despair as I lost sight of the beauty around me. Father, I did not understand your words until it was too late.
this music made me think of a kind vampire, making his best to make his daughter feel loved and happy, and shield her from the outside world. one day while they were walking around a city they saw three kids, who were around the same age as her, who buried a kitten except for her head and are using her as a shooting target, he killed them all with no hesitation, the cute little vampiress started crying in shock while asking him why, he replied "they were corrupted, they should be erased for bullying the weak, remember that my child" than he turned around mumbling " they killed her, if only they all just disappeared " the cute little vampiress grew to be a cold-blooded queen and that was how the human race met its end
It feels like the father is teaching his daughter on how to use her powers correctly even her mother was killed by the same people they choose not to hurt and coexist with
Listening from the UK...farther died in July 2018...miss his random singing and smiles...and since he went the world is a much colder place...not protected anymore, alone in the scary world full of scary people and government that control everything.
Honestly, this reminds me a lot of the music I heard in a game some years back. I can't quite remember the name of it though, but it has that same slight tune and emotional impact.
Quando ouço essa música, me lembro de Alucard e Drácula de Castlevania. Por alguma razão, essa canção é melancólica e alegre ao mesmo tempo, assim como a história dos dois...
I clicked on this, but went back because a thumbnail had gotten my attention. I expected the music to shut down, but I was pleasantly surprised when I found out that it kept running on a miniplayer. This is on PC, I didn't know that would happen, but I'm pleased that it did
Ya'll doing some aesthetic ass stories and I'm here thinking." *Oh shit it's Dracula and Mavis* ."
Human Potato first thing I though was batman.
@@megrimlockking7141 yo why does the guy kinda look like Bruce though
I thought it was Batman
It’s Gomez and Wednesday though lol
Same here
"Why can't I fly like them?" The child asked.
"Someday. When the world is safe for you and I. But for now. Papa will carry you."
"I'm too big for that," she giggled.
Aww adorable. "Until the last day, father will always carry you, my dear one."
"Perhaps you're right. And I just refused to notice." The father says letting a tear escape from his eye
(ohhh. love what you guys commented❤️❤️❤️)
Love this comment thread ❤️❤️❤️
TheCakeIsALie17 *
Sounds like my father 😂❤️
"Papa, why are we here?"
"BECAUSE IM BATMAN!"
😂
More like "Man of the bats" when I see the picture😂
I read several stories in the comments before reading this one and I could not stop laughing xD
😭🤣🤣🤣AHHHHH
Fuck dude, that was such a mood killer. XD
"Father, what are those things in the sky?" The young girl asked, looking to the winged creatures who flew above them.
"Those are bats, dear one. They travel by night like us." He looked down to her as he held her small hand.
"Oh. Why are there so many of them?" She looked up to him as she asked this.
"Because they travel in big numbers so the bigger ones can protect the young ones and guide them to where they're going."
"Oh, like a big family?" Her dark eyes shined.
He smiled. "Yes, dear. Like a family."
Beautiful.
You gave me feels
Now I know what I’m going to say when my daughter ask me about the bats.😊
Mah heart...
Mah soul...
🥺😢
this hit me like a stake through the heart
The picture makes me think of a vampire teaching his dhampir child how to use her abilities. She can summon the bats to her just like her father can. He wonders though if she can turn into one like he can.
"Y'KNOW WHAT, LETS BUILD A HOTEL AFTER THIS"
"dadplsurscaringme"
"FEAR ISN'T REAL"
@@PeeNidsCold lmao XD
She can walk in the sunlight as hybrid even Garlic or silver cant kill her anymore...
@@วิชชากรสุขวัฒน์ Yeah, garlic cannot kill her, but time can. And one day she will die, just like her mother. And he will be left alone. Again...
@@rinnea241 but a lot of movie present Daywalkers as Immortal like even time cant kill them even DMC Dante Vergil Present as one but in your case story maybe to make more sense in your universe story allow timelimit to let her die as part of human.
Black silks and a cup of stars. Hold on, don't be afraid. It likes you. See how its eyes glisten. Don't worry. It'll be your friend long after I'm gone.
Illy K I seriously think about this comment all the time , it’s so simple and short but damn how well written ...
It's beautiful
Damn what the fuck, that's powerful.
دمت گرم❤❤❤
Hey guys here is a new Dark emotional piece called "A Fathers Lesson". It is based on the idea of the girls father introducing her to her familiar. I was going to title it something more fitting for that premise but went with A Fathers Lesson as the song has more of an emotional feel. Incredible artwork again by Abigail Larson! The final version of this piece will be released on a future album. Hope you all enjoy it, swing it a like if you did and have a great weekend!
Only you can think this Mr mistrious
I love you so much...
Love this piece, man. !
Judging by the picture the girl is a future witch and the familiar is a demon bat
Two amazing artists
Is it just me or it feels like Gomez Adams is standing with Wednesday on this picture.
RebelBean Garlock But they aren’t vampires
@@marinstephanie649 of course, they are Addams
That or Dracula and his daughter
@@aether6098 It's Gomez and Wednesday. The artist herself wrote it on the twitter post.
You got 666 like xD
Don’t want to ruin that
"It doesn't matter who my father was, it matters who I remember he was."
-Anne Sexton.
*Daughter:* Are ya winning Dad?
*Dad:* .........
lol
"Lisa. I'm killing our boy."
"We painted this room. We," Dracula choked on his words, "We made these toys."
"It's our boy Lisa."
"Your greatest gift to me. And l'm killing him."
"i must already be dead..."
NO WHY ?!?! I TRY SO HARD, NOT TO CRY NOW
puts hands over chest
how dare you..
Yes! was looking for this reference!
wow i was looking for a comment where someone mentions this
Eyeroh I was doing fine, okay, fine. And you throw this to the comment section? My heart broke man
-Do you hear them, they talk to you.
-But papa, they tell me no never walk to the village
-Not with your red eyes and pointed ears darling
-How to make it look normal like you?
-I will teach you when you can reach the cookie jar in the living room
-But you put it on the highest shelf!
-Then grow yourself little one
-I can just ask the baby bat to help me then
-Now that's cheating
-I really want to see the carnival papa
-One day, I promise I will take you there, dear
-Promise?
-Promise
but when the time comes, Father is no longer there
The promise has been broken.
"Can I eat those things, Dad?"
"Don't even think about it."
Oh no...
Oh God no
"Papa? Why must people like us die?"
The small child looked up at her father with tear stained cheeks and red eyes.
"Because, dear one... " The father replied, holding his precious daughter close, "People like us bring fear to those who live in the light, because we must remain in the dark. They misunderstand us...They kill what they do not understand..."
He wiped the tears from her face before she turned to look at the heap of ash before them
"She was misunderstood then...?" The young child asked innocently
The father swallowed the lump in his throat, allowing one tear to fall down his ghostly pale face... The horrid memory of the woman, he loved most dearly, tied out in the middle of a vast field, screaming for mercy as the Sun began to burn her body away...
"Yes, my dear.. Your mother was misunderstood..."
Edit: This literally came into my mind whilst listening to this. It's a beautiful piece.
Edit2: Woahhh! Thank you all for the likes ❤❤ I'm working on a novel now. I'll be sure to update and post a link to my Wattpad 😘
Keyyzz the tears. You should really consider writing novels if you aren’t already.
@@russian_randy5413 Thank you. Believe me there are so many unfinished novels I have in my Dropbox ☺
Keyyzz haha I’d love to read them
That's really good man, keep writing
You two have really encouraged me to go straight back to my Dropbox and finish those 20+ novels and fanfics 😂. Maybe once I'm finished with them I'll upload them on wattpad or something.
my father is gone
he left this gray world of ours
but his spirit lives on through me
and im trying my best not to let him down
but its hard
and my path is dark
and its cold
Oh my father, can you see me, i am strong
Im still standing proud
you taught me well, but youve died
you taught me right, but im on my own now
and im not sad
i am glad
that i had you as a child
rest in peace, my only dad
Got goosebumps reading this. Good job.
@@12345678915935768240 yaaaaas
The path doesn't get cold or gray when you lose a father you looked up to with love. It's your insides. The incident will leave a void, the depths of which is different from person to person; affection to affiction. But, No matter how you choose to cope with life later; taking on responsibilities, a sense of ambition for your Papa's sake, self-interest, or any other distraction, a part of you that keeps dreaming about your father, randomly finding a familiar face like his, in a big crowd will never cease for the rest of your life.
Call it looking at the glass as 'half-empty' if you like. I call it, this life.. Playing through the pain.
You definitely should write a book about it!!! I WILL DEFINITELY READ IT 🤩🤩🤩!!!
This poem reminds me of what my dad had to go through.
And here's me the pampered failure.
"Father? What are they afraid of?"
"...The unknown."
NEW LESSON FROM DAD!
DONT EAT THE BAT SOUP, ITS NOT WORTH IT
I-
In a serene town, a father, known for his quiet demeanor, decided to communicate a profound lesson to his daughter through the language of music. Composing a piece of music that resonated with the complexities of life, he invited her into their dimly lit living room. As the haunting melody filled the space, it conveyed a spectrum of emotions-joy, sorrow, resilience, and acceptance. Without uttering a single word, the father's fingers danced on the piano keys, unraveling the unspoken stories of his soul.
The daughter, seated beside him, absorbed the powerful notes with a mix of curiosity and understanding. The music became a conduit for shared experiences, wrapping around them like a cocoon of emotions. When the last notes lingered in the air, the father looked into his daughter's eyes, imparting a silent wisdom that transcended the need for spoken language.
A poem I thought of when I first heard this wonderful song:
Through deafness she had, she could not hear her father
Who had screamed for her
Yet it was too late
On the streets of her home
The poor girl meet the end of her fate
Tears were shedding, screams were heard, and sadness grew
The girl was on the ground
Her body was damaged
Though they tried very hard, they could not keep the young girl’s life
Days turned to weeks
Weeks turned to months
Then to years
He misses her so much
And wishes he protected
The father swears to protect his family
Even if it means he will lose his life
"father? Do you miss me like you miss mommy?"
The male looked up for a brief moment at the sky littered with Bats, stars, Empty darkness while his leathered shoes stood upon the dewy earth of green itself.
"Well of course My dear, It is difficult to not be able to watch you grow up as like I did, as let alone I did..."
The child looked down, In question of her father's words Looking for an answer, anything beneath The little time they had together.
"Father? What is my destiny without you."
The man looked silently at his daughter trying to grasp her father's cold hand, So close yet not close enough just as life and death itself.
"My dear, You determine your future not I myself for I am apart of your death not of your life, once you turn to dust you shall be embraced in my arms once more, until then you must Be brave, carve a path, no carve a statue, make art of your life make it a canvas and once you too pass let those After you, your children, and the world see of what you've done."
"But father.....how?"
The Gentleman smiled Gracefully But yet again with tradgedy amogsnt those eyes.
"Only you shall know my dear...my time has come, For you my dear are the next beyond me, Be a good girl, And become a beautiful creation of life it is all i ask of you."
Slowly his body turned from ash to ash, Dust to dust, life to death as the girl felt tears spiral down her Eyes In silence, loneliness is all she could think of and yet embrace.
All the little girl knew was to Make her father proud, Until death let's them reunite, until death does it's part.
BEAUTIFUL 💜💜💜
No
U deserve come compliment amigo u shall be remembered
Nooo im cryingg
“Daddy what those in the sky?”
The little girl ask
Then her father tell her....
“It’s a bat duh”
😂😂😂😂😭😭😭😂😂😂😂
under. fucking. rated.
Moon Wolf I don’t get it :(
He told her that this dude needed to fix his grammar
Moon Wolf made me chuckle. Nice
I'm just appreciating all the wholesome short stories being shared in the comments
this song is my biggest comfort
This is crucial for me, my father died when I was 17! So young that I could not cry that day two weeks before Christmas,
Now after I'm 20 I cry myself with no hold. He always wanted me to become the best and raised me well mannered.
However life gives unexpected turns and breakdowns.
It never stops it only keeps moving.
I'm just picturing Gomez teaching little Wednesday all about the nitty gritties of history that she grew to love so much.
when they said: “OoOoOo”
i felt that.
Where are you listening from?
Russiaaa
Here from Bama dood, southern USA :)
India
Austria
Russia
Peter, I keep coming back to this even just to let my ears relish in that opening theme again and again. It never gets old. The orchestration for this is absolutely brilliant- it's not too overwhelming (and I feel that some electronic composers overuse the lush bases) but this is so balanced and elegant to the very end. The programmatic element just adds to everything (but even if there was no descriptive title or beautiful art, I would've still been swept away to a mythical state of thinking). It deserves more love than it's getting. The voice re-entrance at 3:05 gave me chills and it is complimented so well with the alto activity. The orchestral reduction is done intentionally and with experienced taste. But hey- you already know all this. Please keep composing!
Thank you so much for the detailed kind words, it means a lot to hear such nice things. Thank you for appreciating it Ellie!
I watched as Stefan howled in pain-his body covered in his own blood, his eyes in tears, his wounds etched all over his once glorious body. I stood my ground and bit my tongue as he continued screaming willing myself to stop going after him.
"You did well, my dear Maleficent," my father said.
I looked at my father as he gazed at me proudly and nod.
This was the right thing to do, I tell myself. It was meant to be like this.
I bit my tongue harder until I taste blood. I silently heaved hoping that my father won't notice as I will my tears not to fall.
I failed.
I felt my father's strong hands grabbing me on my wrist. It will leave new bruises but not as much as what I had given Stefan.
"Stop being weak!" My father screamed but I couldn't help it. I felt my tears falling.
Next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground, my back hurts, my wrist bruised, and left ankle broken after my father pushed me.
"It was just a pet! I told you to make him your servant!"
"He was loyal to me! I made him strong! We were strong together!" I screamed back.
"You made him dependent to you!" He kicked me in the gut in more fiery rage.
I stood up. Looking at my father in the eye with pure anger. "I taught him how to love! He ... He also taught me the same!"
Another kick in the gut. My eyes watered in pain as I try to get up again but failed. My father's strong hands grabbed one of my horns and lifted me off ground. It was too painful as if my horns are being pulled out. I wanted to scream. To kick my father. To push him to his death but I am weak.
He moved close until his lips touched my right ear and whispered, "You taught him how to love and he taught you how to be weak."
Seconds later, his grip left my horns and my body was flying towards my dying Stefan.
"Love makes you weak," he said.
Everything hurts. I was disoriented. I was just a few inches away from Stefan and although my gaze is blurry, I can see him pushing himself towards me. I couldn't even lift my fingers properly but tried to crawl towards him.
I sat up when I was close enough while Stefan lay his head on my lap.
My father was on the other side of the circle. Mocking me in his eyes. Daring me to show my strength and power.
"Kill your pet and start the ritual," I remember him saying earlier as he gave me a long knife-before I started torturing my dear Stefan.
I looked at my father in the eye and for the last time felt Stefan's blood-soaked fur. His once healthy black fur is now sticky with blood. One of his glowing red eyes are missing.
I looked at my father straight in the eye and although everything in my body hurts, I held my practiced regal grace.
In a snap, green magic embraced Stefan and his last howl was heard through the night.
Goodbye, my dear wolf. I will always keep the memory when I was 6 and my father got you as a present.
Stefan was ashes carried by the wind.
I looked at my father straight in the eye and conjured another magic. I struck him a lightning straight to his heart.
"You were right, father," I tell him. "Love makes us weak so you have to follow Stefan soon after."
My father replied before all his breath left him, "I am proud of you, Maleficent. Happy 8th birthday and good job, my girl."
- A Father's Lesson, GG
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This is making me emotional. And I knew that it's dark and lovely but all i could think of was a sad ending for a father and daughter.
I love this ❤️
I not sure if there are references in here but I just thought of a few:
Stefan (Vampire Diaries)
The Mortal Instruments
(I won't mention Maleficent since that it all ready told
Music can go deep inside our emotions, only it can express that feeling
No words to say,
Father taught me a lesson, grim and dark, tearing at my soul and letting it dissapate like ashes in a cold sea. Oh how I wish I could live in a mellow and blissful ignorance.
Wow pure🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥i really felt it......
Those are definitely Gomez and Wednesday. I love this drawing
What is it with all this (about 90%) allegedly sad music on UA-cam? It's all not sad, but rather light, beautiful, relaxing and uplifting. Make the piece sad, if you want to proclaim it's a sad one. It's so hard actually finding a sad and dark piece. This was beautiful.
Girl: Father why do we never leave the castle
Father: Because you are weak and not yet ready
Girl: But I am ready
Father: *closes book looks at the girl and summons a bat before sending it to her* Then kill this creature. Drain it dry, until it's veins collapse in on it's self
Girl: what no, I can't do that...it has done nothing wrong to me
Father: Precisely my point, you are still weak, and humans...they won't show you Mercy...so you best learn to be as cruel my dear. Talk to me again when you kill this bat...
what
"I'm back, father. I killed a bat and became a Batman. Also I changed my gender."
@@fs-ks7fmthe father: oh fuck
@f s hehehe
but kinda stupid
bruh where the fuck did castle came from.... XD
Dear Peter gundry, thank you for what you fill the void in the soul something of value!
Oh my goodness! You never cease to amaze me with your work, I love it 🖤
Thanks for the kind words Saffron!
Peter Gundry | Composer you're welcome 😊
Whenever i feel bored i come to Peter grundy's comment section to read poet and life lessons with exceptional music. What more I want.
I have never commented before... But this one is beyond words... Ethereal ... Thank you so much.. ❤️
I could listen to the song all day. I it so beautiful and relaxing.
Using this to write the story of a young sorceress who lost her father, a mad man, for knowledge and ambition. Although for as crazy and consumed as he was, he still loved her and showed the power of magic in a positive way, leaving a huge legacy for her to carry and use it for the goodness
Still writing it?
@@evecampbell3069 not that one anymore sadly, but im working on another world right now for over a year. tell you its going well :D
“Papa, what are they?” Asked the daughter of the creature of night. She looked up in wonder as the winged creatures flew so freely in the night sky. Her father smiled so gently.
“They are bats my dear,” He said so softly. “they are our closest friends during this time of day.” He let a slight whistle and one flew gently over to his daughter. She smiled so happily the sight of such a gentle creature. “They shall be your familiar, your companion to watch over you.”
“Why can’t you Papa,” His daughter asked as she looked up with a confused gaze. “won’t you continue to watch over me?” Her father only gave a bitter smile as the sad truth.
“I shall, even when I may not be there,” He answered her. “just like your mother...” He she’s a single year of blood and quickly wiped it away.
“Like mama,” She asked, a small smile as she had her new Familiar landed on her shoulder.
“Yes, like mama,” He said as he guided her off. “Come now, we must hurry and see her before sunrise.” He leaded her off to a hidden place, a grove with countless roses, and a single gravestone in the center.
You never disappoint, Peter! Love from the U.S! ❤️ ❤️
Thanks MCK
And now. Sitting by the open window and looking at the shining Moon, the stars and the world. Gundry's music fits perfectly. Thank you, Peter. Your music is my blessing... 🖤
This makes me feel things words cant describe
Just wow very sensitive. Thank you, you are a legendary, sensitive and very talented artist.
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Nov.2 2020...I cry Reading and emagining doese comments...poems...
This is so...new, innovative. I think this is the first time I hear something like this. Great great great job. Keep up the good work!
This gives off wonderful Little Nightmare vibes at 1:52 while being one of the most unique pieces I've heard recently. I love that vibe, thank you for this!
"Papa..."
"....Little one?" The empty man questioned with suken eyes.
Five little fingers grasped at the soaked material above her silent heart.
"My heart burns....I feel like the creater of fire." The father startled, looked down to see the chid with a heavy frown and confused tilt of her her head as she gazed at the noisy night.
"It burns...but it does not hurt me. Papa...it wants to..."
The child turned her bewildered eyes to her father. "Destroy. Destroy the hurt."
With a withered smile he knelt to her height, gently grased her small hand clenched against her silent heart. Carefully, he pried open the pale stiffs and layed an endulging kiss on each blood soaked finger.
Gazing into her quaking eyes brimmed with tears he swept her limp hair from her face and gave his most enchanting smile "Then Destroy Little One. Destroy till your heart no longer burns, till there is nothing but satisfaction."
Slowly he guided her hand to the bottom of the hill, where a ignorant army stood over the ruins of their only home....where the pieces of the her mother lay strewn.
Cold lips pressed her fevered ear, wispering "If they have come to end something they deem monstrous then why not show them the reason they should not be so brazen when facing one." An endulging kiss warmed her icy cheek before encouraging "Burn."
From five pale fingers, caressed by her Father shot a storm of fire that was festering within her.
Father and daughter watched as night turned to dusk and burning corpses learned to fear monsters.
The music and pictures you put are very beautiful. All your performances are wonderful. 10-10-2024
This is fantastic the balance from the flute motif to the piano arpeggios, the voices... the mixing is dreamy all is in place. I play it in repeat serious Peter amazing piece
I hope this gets placed on Spotify soon, it's one of my favorite songs of yours. Keep up the fantastic work
“What are those black birds flying in the sky, Papa?” The little girl asks.
“They are called bats, dear; creatures of the night.” the father responds. A few of the bats flew around her father’s form, amazing her.
Hesitantly, the little girl extends her left arm. Soon enough, one of the bats perch on her arm and falls back, allowing itself to hang from her arm upside down.
Curiously, she opens her free right hand, which allows another, smaller bat to rest on her palm.
She smiles at the bats and up at her father, who then smiles back.
The little girl then proceeds to grab the bat perched on her arm and forms it into a stiff posture, she curls up the smaller bat into a ball and throws it into the air.
She hits the smaller bat with the stiff bat, and the sound of a sharp thwack and tiny bones cracking filled the air. She giggles with delight as she watches the black ball soar into the distance, its sisters scrambling after her.
She drops the formerly stiff bat into the ground. It doesn’t seem to be moving anymore and only remained limp. She stared at it inquisitively, then with an innocent grin, gazed back up at her father, who was pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Not those kinds of bats, dear.”
Oh my 😂😂😂😂❤️
Well that was amusing to read 😭😂👌
I have never seen a composer better than you in the world. You are literally the best and most wonderful person who has composed music. You are a great addition to art, music and humanity. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for creating this music that we would not have heard without you.
Girl: Daddy why do you dress up as one of them?
Father: I used to do it for Justice..
Girl: So why do you do it now daddy? All the bad guys are gone..
Dad: I do it so the bad guys can't return..I do it for you.
1:06 a beautiful butterfly is coming into your life, showing you the way of hope and happiness
When you turn on the music in the class and your friends said its a relaxing music : *gasp*
I’m reading all these stories and I’m legit on the brink of crying
Father, I did not understand your words until it was too late,
Your larger fingers interlaced with mine,
With a warmth that promised protection and guidance,
'Beauty, life and wonder are in everything, it is yours to mould and nurture as long as you remember this.'
I believed you so until the world became barren and blighted,
The once pure rivers soaked in oil,
The butterflies ashen and blackened,
I began to see the world as a ruined canvas,
It had started with potential,
Yet I took from it and called it 'creation',
Blamed you for the poisoned seeds that I sowed,
You watched in despair as I lost sight of the beauty around me.
Father, I did not understand your words until it was too late.
You inspire people with your art! Keep filling the void!!!!!
Fantástico, é realmente uma pena que poucas pessoas procuram esse tipo de música aqui no Brasil. É incrível
Peter grundy,my favourite singer. He is not a singer but a man who can touch human mind.😊
Man... you have the gift. So deep and beautiful songs. I wish you the best this life has to offer. Thank you so much.
You are so great brother. Always know how great you are.
One Love
Ölüm gibi , soğuk ve huzurlu.
gosh, listening to this beautiful composition while reading these comments brought me to the brink of tears
what a cool dad from behind
My dad is the best dad in the world...love you dad😊😊😊
Magnífico, insuperavelmente sensacional.
Peter Gundry you're the best composer I've ever listened...also your musics make me feel I'm traveling to a mysterious world
Listening to this I feel as though it is both a parent showing as it is a vampire child learning something new, during a clear and beautiful night.
Just lovely Mr. Gundry...all of it.
this music made me think of a kind vampire, making his best to make his daughter feel loved and happy, and shield her from the outside world. one day while they were walking around a city they saw three kids, who were around the same age as her, who buried a kitten except for her head and are using her as a shooting target, he killed them all with no hesitation, the cute little vampiress started crying in shock while asking him why, he replied "they were corrupted, they should be erased for bullying the weak, remember that my child" than he turned around mumbling " they killed her, if only they all just disappeared " the cute little vampiress grew to be a cold-blooded queen and that was how the human race met its end
from 0:00 to 0:16 the best music I have ever heard, god it touches my heart 😔
A Father's Lesson.
But is the Father teaching the lesson,
_Or being taught?_
Oh No...
My newborn baby loves to sleep to this among other of your works, thank you Peter!
Congrats on 400k!!
Thanks Watchdog! I appreciate it
I'm a simple person. Every time I see Peter Gundry with one of Abigail's works, I click, even if I have listened to it over a thousand times.
This music reminds me of Castlevania's Dracula, his charm when he was with lisa ,his everything.
It feels like the father is teaching his daughter on how to use her powers correctly even her mother was killed by the same people they choose not to hurt and coexist with
Charming as always 🔥
Listening from the UK...farther died in July 2018...miss his random singing and smiles...and since he went the world is a much colder place...not protected anymore, alone in the scary world full of scary people and government that control everything.
when your Dracula and you need to awkwardly explain to your step-daughter why mommy is gonna be acting a little differently from now on.
the flute solo part is absolutely beautiful.
wow this is so beautiful!! i mean i really shouldn’t be surprised, but it gets me with every single one of your pieces! thank you for your work!
Beautiful music as always ^^
For years I used to ask myself what's my music taste actually ? , now I finally now.
So beautiful! Calms my little vampyre heart 💖🖤💖 All vampyric related music from Peter is just simply amazing!
I don’t even know how to describe what emotions this makes me feel
Orgasmo auditivo con el repertorio que tiene este canal jaja
Gorgeous work!!! I love you and your music, Peter Gundry! Your work helps my art blocks and is a great aid when studying.
If Snape had a daughter...
That would have been so brilliant. If only Rowling had some love for her sacrificial lamb characters. She is literally the queen of After thoughts
Ooooh...
Abhilash `Nox` Baruah oh yes but poorly not in his case...
Honestly, this reminds me a lot of the music I heard in a game some years back. I can't quite remember the name of it though, but it has that same slight tune and emotional impact.
its a cute and soothing song, but I have a feeling off approaching tragedy as I listen to it for some reason
All your music is so awesome.... And it always gives me so much inspiration and imagination for me to make a story T^T... Ahh I love it.
Keep it up!
Quando ouço essa música, me lembro de Alucard e Drácula de Castlevania. Por alguma razão, essa canção é melancólica e alegre ao mesmo tempo, assim como a história dos dois...
I clicked on this, but went back because a thumbnail had gotten my attention. I expected the music to shut down, but I was pleasantly surprised when I found out that it kept running on a miniplayer. This is on PC, I didn't know that would happen, but I'm pleased that it did
Amazing ❤