Holiday / Amination / Feature Film

Magic Snow

In the cold of the still winter, the night turned to an endless dream. A special young girl ventured into a world of magical music and lights, filling her with a gift of voice. Lifting her muted tongue to song. The night surrounds her with the magic of Christmas, in the safety of a snow Globe. The sphere gives a whole in understanding, as the magical snow touches her with all the emotions and gifts of Christmas love.

In a Winter Chill

As all the lights filled the air, dancing off the snow. The sparkle lit everything in the surroundings, where the hemisphere took on a luminous glow. As the snow gently fell to the ground, a light wind started the strings. Music lifted, as my soul started to soar. Not sure if I was in a dream or some magical forest. Feeling the chill from the air made me realize it was beyond a dream. Understanding the coolness, leading me to the sound of music. Standing in the center of the clearing, surrounded by the trees. Turning around looking in all the directions. As all the colors shinned, loosing myself in the magic, becoming one with the sound. Then I realized the night was Christmas Eve, when all the souls from the past present and future gather and give thanks for the years past. Helping one another with a lifting of spirit. Watching them float in the light becoming a brighter light. All the different hues, sent magical glowing brilliance through the air. The music filled all the brilliance of light, dancing in the wind. Until the wind filled me with all the emotions, lifting my muted tongue, to song. * * *

In a Winter Chill

Everything at a still

in my dreams

Visions take form

of a moment in time

where snow continues to fall

with echoes down a ghostly hall

as my dream becomes clearer

I get closer to my dream

Lights everywhere

sparkles with shines

dancing in the wind

flowing like the snow

gently falling to the ground

moving to the

jingle sound

As if I where in the music

of a magical world

a glass filled with

Holiday soul

one I know

I know

Taking off in flight

through this place

into another time

Still in my dream

tears stream with flickered

lights

Capturing my soul in a winter chill

A moment until

I wake to the joy and love

on Christmas Eve

This song will be with three leads and a chores. Leading the whole storyline to the visual world, so viewer can get lost in the Magic of Christmas.

Summer turning to winter brought a still upon the Russian people, once the Romanov's vanished into the fiery sky. The souls of light, caught between the emotions of mind, drifting in a moment. A memory ......in the still. Vague distorted visions........ forever etched.

Mother Russia

A time in History when the people came to a crossroads, between their loyalties and beliefs. Turning to a hardship that brings tensions upon all. The Romanovs, a family with all the recognition of prestige, at a time of confusion. Bringing the hearts of the Russian people, to the emotions, of the mind. Distorted ripples on a mirrors surface. Reflections of the once still, disrupted by the movement of time. The changes of government along with war, bringing into focus accusation. Russia turning from a reformed nation to a reformed anger. As the summer season came and left, whispers on the winds turned to cold. Fall brought no signs of life for winter, only a still, upon all...... An unspoken word in the hemisphere .....sending vibrations through the air. Becoming a ghostly coldness, because the hearts that stopped beating.............

Lady of the Lake

A glowing crescent moon beckoned, through the Blurred blanket of water. Laying in a still, a moment until, the seasons started to change, from cold, to the warmth of spring. Memories of faded time, that stills, in the cold of winter, only to waken when the seasons change. A ghostly presence, to surface, both in body and soul. When histories desires lead the souls of body, to conflict for power. Finding a pathway to mystery along with sorcery. Pulling all the elements together, to bring forces upon the opposed. Fighting for power, where wealth and riches bring greater drive, to those with legions of might. When love became second, in will and man. Until they had to seek out the will of all strength, forged from a realm of power unknown by man. Looking for Excalibur, kept in the depths. In the seasons of time, only to be beckoned by the strongest and purest of will. Not understanding the mysteries of the past, or how the sword became the power forged.