Ok, so the group I will frequently reference when writing from songs is Two Steps from Hell. I just love the music that they produce.
The Inspiration:
The Story:
An elderly doe slowly limps into a forest clearing. The cold seasons have not been kind to her, and she falls in the clearing as her strength fails her.
Movement begins to occur from within the trees, creating a rustling as soft as the wind. A tiny, winged nymph flies out slowly from the cover of the trees, approaching the unmoving creature. Soon more nymphs follow the first, some bringing instruments with them. The first nymph stays close to the doe, gently pressing its hands to the animal's heart. As it looks up, it shakes its head sadly to those that can see it, and they repeat the action. The stirring slows to a still, and then it begins.
Those that have instruments play them, while those that do not sing along. The first nymph begins to summon birds to bring flowers, and they too add their voices to the song of the nymphs. The birds lay the flowers by the doe, arranging a beautiful wreath to shrine the elderly animal. They then flock to the trees, preparing themselves for the ceremony. The head nymph holds up a hand, and all the music stops except for a lone nymph.
As the nymph continues to play, several nymphs fly out of the crowd and circle the doe. They close their eyes and begin moving in circular, weaving patterns. While they dance, the doe's body begins to look younger, glowing a faint white. The deer's body grows smaller and the glow grows brighter, eventually becoming a small, luminescent ball of light. The nymph that appeared first takes the ball and gently presses it into the ground, returning the spirit of the doe and her life energy to the earth. It then lifts its head with tears sparkling in its eyes.
As it does this, the other nymphs begin to play again, with those singing joining in on the dancing, the ceremony turning to one of a celebration of life. All move lightly, swaying as though they are but leaves drifting in the wind or a stream. The birds fly low, singing their verse in the song once more before departing. The nymphs then begin to depart to the trees, each moving quickly across the ground. It seems like the wind has picked up, but it is gone just as quickly as it had come. In the middle of the pasture is the nymph that had first come out. It looks around slowly, a smile coming to its face, before gently flying back to its tree.
A young fawn makes her way into the clearing and starts to graze. Life will continue on.