Music is my muse

Well we all know music will invoke feelings and sometimes images.  In my head it invokes complete scenes.  Some of them are light and funny (okay not as many as it should) but a lot can be dark…like this bit inspired by Man’s Roads, song by America in the movie Last Unicorn.

The horizon moved up as she walked, the dawn was lightening the sky slowly from purple.  Stopping she scanned the sky, watching the eagle glide through the air, she sighed and turned her eyes down to  the dust demon skittering across the road.  Starting forward again she wrapped her arms around herself and plodded along.
Everything seemed so grey, dusty and lonely.  Walking was all she could do.  Following the road that man had made in this empty waste.  There was nothing to either side, no building to offer shelter so she kept moving.
The day slowly moved forward and still there was little to break the horizon.  The call of the eagle drifted down to her, urging her to keep going but she was so hungry, so thirsty.  It was hard.
Eyes nearly closed, she followed the black ribbon that slowly rose in the distance.  Briefly as the eagle circled she looked up and could see a building in the distance.  Her heart lifted and she picked up her plodding pace.  As she drew nearer she sighed.  It was a ruin, like all the others she had seen on her long walk.  Moving closer she decided to move toward it.
As she stepped on the weed covered pathway toward the house the eagle swooped down and cried out harshly at her, beating her away from the possible shelter.  The cry startled her and brought her from her daze long enough to see the sign posted.  The skull on top of the fence post and the remains of some animal that had entered the yard.  Shuddering she moved back to her path along the road and kept moving.  The blight had obviously hit here too.  There was no shelter to be found along this stretch of road.
She kept moving till the moon rose and then slowly stopped.  The eagle had come to rest on a bright spot of color.  A tree that had somehow survived the blight.  She tilted her head up to look at her companion.  The great golden bird, nodded and nipped free a fruit that hung from the branches.
Finding energy she didn’t know she had, she moved forward and caught the fruit.  Studying it, she reveled in the feel of the firm bright flesh.  It was not rotten or withered as far as she could tell.  She brought it to her nose and carefully inhaled.
The sweet scent of apple filled her head.  A scent she barely remembered.  It had been so long since she had seen apples.  It brought with it vague memories of life before the barrenness, before the hunger and thirst.
Gingerly she took a bite.  Juice filled her parched mouth and she softly moaned.  She more sucked the juice from the flesh than chewed it but sooner than she hoped she was down to just the seeds.  These she slid into a pocket and looked up again.  The eagle nodded and dropped another down.  Slowly she filled her belly with the first food that she could remember in days.  Soon she was filled and found fatigue overcoming her.

She curled up in a hollow between the tree’s roots and let sleep take her, safe in the knowledge that her winged companion would rouse her if anything approached.

Dark yes.  Interesting?  I think so.  Not sure where I will go with this one but it was there begging to be written.