Music Box (Remake)

Hi everyone! Im so sorry that I haven't been on dA lately, but I have been swamped with homework, art piece to finish, and books to read and things to write about.
I will try my hardest to submit a piece and comment on your pieces once or twice a month if I have time, ok?

Anyway, since the original drawing was a FLOP, I remade this to what I really pictured the scenario to look like.
This picture for Halloween was inspired by Nox Arcana's song, "Music Box". 
Here's my Scenario:

A pallid piece of paper sits in front of her: vacant, clear of mark. A number two pencil rests at its side: sharpened to a point and ready to commence. A haunting melody that exists in the darkest corner of the attic of an old manor begins to play starting off with four simple chimes, that will shoot chills down your spine. Soon, a small and delicate hand grips the pencil with the touch of a gossamer web and lines and shapes take their places on the paper stage. A trunk appears in black and gray with embellishments of washed out roses, cornered leaves and a keyhole in the utmost center front where it should be. The leather bottom of the trunk forms as the pencil gingerly dances on the paper, with a bit of shine and texture that will develop later on after the drawing utensil finishes it's predestined occupation. Cobwebs deck the trunks corners, bestowing a century's worth of neglect upon it. As the variation of the ghostly melody continues to chime, it's source starts to take form. With aid from the lead-giving utensil, depth, an oval looking glass, and more garden embellishments on wood are the details of the beginning of a flat music box with no flat notes. A dancer starts to be sculpted with delicate soon to be brown curls, a bun and arms alternating en bas and en eau. Soft silvery lines surround her and clothe her in a delicate tutu and minuscule pointe shoes. There she stands, stiff as stone yet fluid as only the grace of a dancer can show. A mask of nightmares that works it's way into several other minds and pictures watches, invisible to the reality yet visible to the mirror. The combination of a haunting supposedly unassuming melody and a ghostly guardian give the silent dancer an ominous connotation. Suddenly, another apparition appears and forms a kneeling position at the foot of the trunk, who's initials are carved into history and stories: DED. With silvery hair cascading down her slightly transparent back, the Belladonna of the Darklores incorporates her childish voice into the melody, slightly cheerful, a touch off and most certainly creepy in affect. A careful mortal might catch a mysterious giggle somewhere among the music. She listens to the music box now, back facing the audience, invisible empty eyes on the old music maker. Soon, the melody that was once upbeat, now begins to adage. Slowly and slowly, the notes are spaced father apart with foreboding silence as the museum of paper in which it is stored shuts, and is placed delicately on a desk and the creator walks off to continue to form other ideas. She will continue this piece later. The pencil is put away as well; it's job is done for the moment. The sketchbook shut music box strikes it's last premier quartet of chimes, set their furthest apart by ominous silence and ends on a final chime of e. Deep inside an attic of Darklore Manor, a man made instrument sits there, waiting to be heard and sketched once more. Who will listen to the music box?


-Music Box

Listen to this piece as you look at the picture and read the scenario. I dare you. It freaked me out the first few times I listened to it.

Here's the Link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wzr6d…

This is my Halloween present to all you wonderful people and friends of mine on dA. Enjoy and Happy soon-to-be Halloween!!