about the endless tomes the abbey held under a zealous guard and by the time I realized how enthralled she was by my poorly-worded and overly-enthusiastic rant, it was midnight under the full moon, right by the giants' gravestone.
Lashes, of course, followed the failure at my duties that day, and came right onto me as the purifying wrath of a maker who mocked my deepest feelings with the shadow of an angel cast upon this foul earth. I endured the pain that day under the firm belief that I truly sinned against all we kept sacred. Yet all her words, all the unspoken nightmares she had witnessed on the battlefield, opened my eyes to a different world, a land made out of spite on which we walk until we ride to the arms of a sad fate and an uncaring creator. I met her again in secrecy, and publicly endured the pain. Her heart longed for the soothing touch of fantasies well beyond the reach of mortals, enchanted valleys not meant to be soiled by flesh and blood. The peace of illusions crafted on the pages of ageless scrolls I would read by the light of a candle as she drifted away with her eyes closed and a smile upon her face. She sought the caress of words uttered by inspired poets and eloquent bards, while in the darkness of her memories I found my own inspiration to lead our way far from the insulting blindness I discovered to have been drowned in.
My words, sharp as the blade she held in her hands during times of war, made me an outcast, a rebel, fuel for the pyre that hid away the blatant lies I had been mindlessly preaching like a well-trained crow. She saved me from the flames, but I had no other option but to leave and flee under a bleeding sky, meeting her for the last time in the moor. She would raise her sword one last time in the name of greed and false ideals; she would not serve the god of vengeance and gold that had pushed love and understanding into the gaping maws of hell. The bitter cold mattered little as I saw her disappear beyond the hills and into the fine mist that embraced her sadness; there were no words that could release me from the agony, but surely there were some for those moments that could only exist in our dreams. I walked, I wrote, I returned and my eyes could only find emptiness as my companion, solitude as my sole consolation. Yet, I never quite ceased to believe all the tomes I filled with crafty tales, heartwarming verses and unbelievable legends would be heard one day by the loving heart that had to bear the cruelty of wanton war.
Such thoughts could only bring more despair to my already troubled soul; the magnificent light of the moon revealed the shadows to be waiting at my proposed destination and their company would surely provide a swift demise or at least a little conversation to ease the burden of my own memories. And indeed, I almost fell right into death's open hands as I saw her clearly, pale and serene, as if she had been waiting for this moment longer than I did. Still, not a word she said for her escort was none other than the ferryman itself and there was now a world between us, an entire land of grief and torment that no poem or song could pierce. I remained silent as well, my feeble voice would not change anything, would not make her dream of the distant lands of fairies and elves. I raised my head again and met with a shiver what could only be the gaze of the gloom rider who nodded slightly and prepared to depart, a gesture that I somehow understood deep inside. Our entwined souls had to ride together for the last time for we would not find rest or forgiveness as long as we walked upon this land.
I took her hand and as the world became just fog and shadows I heard her sweet voice again asking me for a bedtime story about rainbow castles beyond the whitest clouds anyone could dream of. Just one short tale before we went together into the endless realms to rest. Forever.
Chains and other little trinkets
A faint light shining over the eternal moments after the last sigh I heard from you; an ethereal whisper counting away the breaths until I could see your fire again. In darkness I stood still, holding a token of time and despair, waiting as vivid nightmares of your scorn danced in the walls of my loving imprisonment. I caressed the warm disdain of the voice I held dear in my memories, the loving contempt in your eyes when you held my heart in your hands. I am but a slave to my own desire and a servant to your blackened soul.
The grasp of winter could not release me from the chains that tore open my spirit; spring and summer alike were nothing but empty warmth on those bones I barely regarded as mine. And fall, demons and fairies danced on the fading leaves, rejoiced on the blood of ageless forests and mocked my loneliness during those endless walks when I tried so hard to remember there was something in you worth dying for. Yet, your embrace was still enticing, cruel seconds bleeding out of a blooming garden we turned into an endless path of thorns.
I could scream and beg for forgiveness and receive none for I indulged one too many times on the passions forbidden by those we call our kin. No one would reach out and softly speak soothing words in my ear. No one would search for me, and so I was left forlorn in the mazes we built to hide the heart I gave you and the heart you never had. Sadness and wrath came and went away from the shores inside my mind as I walked without hope following my own footsteps into an endless circle of passionate hate.
Darkness was all that remained, for you were my flame, my passion, my pyre where desire burnt my remains. Without you, the enticing caress of oblivion whispers closer and closer to my veins; time becomes a meaningless spark in a glass bubble held by hands charred by the lies we shared one day. There is nothing here but the pain, and then the foolish trinket that keeps me in chains shone with a life of its own heeding the call that would take me to your arms again.
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