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Her Love. Her Poet. Her Warrior. ~An Susan/Oddpoet Collab~
Sat ,06/02/2010
On crisp parchment unfolded from within a weathered pouch
Delivered by an unknown horseman
His words came to her…
“Inamorata…
The darkness is complete
Through Hades lies
And Cerberus’s breath
I believe again we’ll meet…”
The visible tremble in his usually elegant cursive frightened her.…
“They
Say no man can escape his death
Yet
It’s what I seek to do
I’d travel
Long and troubled roads
to
lie again with you.”
Silently hot tears began to fall
They stung her cheeks
His words, now blurred through the saline and fire light
Grasping the paper he once touched ever tighter
She read the words of her love, her poet, her warrior…
“Beloved
The Stars are strange here
Their mocking light
Lending credence to the darkness
All
Manner of Demon spawn
Assault me
Whispering…
Taunting…
Telling me
You are a lie
That beauty such as yours
Does not exist”
She knew this day would come
The old woman had warned her
The prophecy she denied
It now beseeched her
“It’s as if
They seek to deny you
Have me disavow the
The fidelity of you
I cannot
Give lie
To the truth of you”
The fire in her hearth roared
Blazing with the pain in her heart
She fell to her knees
Shivering in fear, feeling her loss
Despite his determination
Doubt befell her
The witch was wise
The prophecy fulfilled
But yet, he still believed…in her.
“You are the waypath
The
Road
Back to the world
Where dappled Sunlight
weaves webs on flowing streams
Where caressing breeze
Orchestrates the dance of leaves”
Her heart trembled
The locks of golden hair softly flowing
across her shoulders reverberated with her pain.
Carrying the weight of each sob and gasp…
His love was unlike anything she had ever known
“I can no longer suffer this darkness
I seek the light
I seek you
I recall your image in my mind
Growing
Fusing unto itself
Exploding outward
Like a newly birthed Sun
I cast away the chains that would bind me here
Your image glows in the darkness
Laying the creatures low
And I walk
Determined
One step
Then another
Closer
Ever closer to you…”
She traced the last of his words with her finger…
“They call me the
Heretic”
“So
be
it.…..”
Fate had found her.
Her love, her poet was gone.
Falling away like the ink from the parchment
“So be it.…..” She uttered.
And then there was the dipping in the well…
A well of ink to fill the quill of her hurt and her pain.
Once she began, the words flowed for weeks and days.
As did her tears.
Her poet was gone.
“They
Say no man can escape his death…”
“So be it.…..” She cried.
She had never written a word of verse before that day.
She only mused the beauty of the others.
But she loved his the most.
And he knew it.
She was his muse.
He was inspired.
He would create.
“I seek the light
.…I seek you”
Under the gaze of her love
He had written lines laced with colorful complexities and meandering metaphors.
Twisted meanings like puzzles with unseen keys.
They made her think.
And she smiled with delight.
And the passionate ones, of love, were few and far between.
When they came they brought tears to her eyes and a smile to her lips.
But now, her poet was gone.
“All
Manner of Demon spawn
Assault me…”
“So be it.…..” She wept…
Then, in a morning’s mourning, she sat at his desk, alone.
Fingers traced the parchment of his choosing.
Crisp and clean.
Unlike the dusty and soiled parchment delivered in the horseman’s pouch.
“Beloved
The Stars are strange here…”
She closed her eyes and caressed her cheek with his brilliant white quill.
Oh, how she’d watched it dance in the evening’s fire light.
Night after night as he wrote she watched it sway in his strong hands.
Spinning tales and lines and magic before her eyes.
She admired his mind. And loved his soul.
But now, her poet was gone, and her days turned to night.
“Whispering…
Taunting…
Telling me
You are a lie”
“So be it.…..” She cursed.
Her nights were the days she wrote the most.
Line after line she found her voice.
She tried to purge her pain.
But it would not go away.
Again and again, there was the dipping in the well…
A well of ink to fill the quill of her hurt and her pain.
And she knew…
it was forever.
“I recall your image in my mind
Growing
Fusing unto itself
Exploding outward
Like a newly birthed Sun
I cast away the chains that would bind me here
Your image glows in the darkness
Laying the creatures low
And I walk
Determined
One step
Then another
Closer
Ever closer to you…”
“So be it.…..”
She closed the door.
Her poet was gone…
