Night Descriptive Writing

I walk into the festival theatre with eyes of wonder staring at the blank canvas stage. I take the very best seat so I can enjoy the first performance of the grand celebration. Everyone remains restless and cheerful as we wait for the curtains to be drawn into the sky. The performance starts.
A woman as beautiful as an angel emerges through the darkness of the moonlit sky with hair as glistening as stars. As she dances through the clouds of awe - with music as her wings - and lights the stage with her flamboyance and elegance of a Vermillion bird. She stares towards the crowd with her gentle yet piercing gaze. Gaining people's eyes to her flawless face and directing everyone's attention to her sun competing smile. Her mouth opens and the spectators shuts; though nothing comes out, everybody watches with anticipation. The Angel pulls out her instrument, a black violin, and as she rosins the bow across the strings and creates the perfect pitch she sits down. The waves of harmony hit the people's ear and stun them with that one notes beauty. She then continues the rest of heaven's symphony: but not too fast as it could put everyone's mind in trance from the sweet resonance; alike to that of a bird's lullaby to its growing child, identical as she and her heart calming melody. …show more content…
The man appearing to be a devil emerges and brings forth Satan's sword. He stabs her through the ears to the heart with sounds that can only be made by a notably white violin and a heart darker than the paint that colors the plague. The pitch as sharp as screeching, but clearer than his eyes, emerges and brings tears to those listening and those once playing but now silenced. The stage turns to a masquerade with notes of terror and despair flying through the air into the lungs, suffocating all that disobey it; and as throats grew tight and tears grew to sobs: she