The insect floats from one flower to the next, the whirring of its wings faster than human pupils can follow. But before any of this, someone leaves a promo of the Elysian Fields' Queen of the Meadow on my desk. According to Greek mythology, the blessed are sent to the Elysian Fields after death. The fields are considered beatific and glorious, where one enjoys perfect happiness. Their serpent forms are perfectly happy there, despite being unaware of how much greater their enjoyment would be in human form.
Ignorance is bliss, yes, but often unfortunate, too.
So, while the Elysian Fields seem a pastoral paradise, there are also sinister implications. Accompanied by a rumbling piano and deliberate guitar strums and plucks, the emotive, meandering violin becomes a stage device of Greek tragedy. The Elysian Fields' lyrics are often vague with some unfortunate rhymes. Where I will be his lady fair. I can see where this is going as the undertow is pulling me down.