Posted on January 17, 2017 at 06:29:22 PM by Macabre
 learning from what sad cause he pours his tears? Love hears his ladies crying their distress, showing forth bitter sorrow through their eyes because villainous Death has worked its cruel destructive art upon a gentle heart, and laid waste all that earth can find to praise in a gracious lady, save her chastity." It was as if the flood gates had been ripped open inside of her, and every terrible, gut-wrenching feeling she had for her dead son came rushing back to the forefront of her mind. In this awful moment, it was if Shiraz had just died all over again. It was as if those years in between, in which Macabre had learned to build up a stronger outer exterior, had been wiped away. She forgot all about Jetta and Vodnik, and Allil, and the many other friends she'd made in the life that came after Shiraz and after the Inlet. After some time, Macabre finally began to come around. Her sobs had transpired into muted whimpers. Her body trembled from the damp and the cold. The sun had disappeared behind the peaks of the mountains, and Macabre would have to soon find shelter, as she had missed her window to make the trek back to the crossing. But the mare felt too exhausted to stand just yet. She couldn't tell how long she'd been out, and whether she had been crying or just sleeping or both, when a tall and stout black stallion appeared in the distance. She watched from behind hazy eyes as the stallion loomed over her. In her delusion and confusion she mistook his form as belong to that of The Reaper. "So you finally found me." She whimpered as the muscles in her shoulder spasmed from such a long period of no use. It was as if the mare had given up. As if everything she had been working for after Shiraz's death didn't matter anymore. She was just so tired of running. Macabre was tired of being tired. But when the stallion spoke her name, in that specific concerned tone, she stared hard back at him. Her dark, marbled eyes blinked several times in quick succession as she tried to focus her energy on identifying the stranger before her. He spoke too kindly. He scent was too familiar. "Diamant?" She asked, cocking her petite head to one side. Macabre felt a strange surge of feelings at all once that encompassed embarrassment and surprise and the sulking need to cry again. But she stiffened up as best she could and bobbed her just once, sending the damp and matted strands of her chestnut forelock to fall over one eye. "Yes, I'm fine." She said in a low voice. "Or I will be. What are you doing here?" I saw him weeping there in human form, observing the stilled image of her grace; and more than once he raised his eyes toward Heaven, where that sweet soul already had its home, which once, on earth, had worn enchanting flesh." |
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- hanging like shadows over the sun - By DIAMANT February 2, 2017 at 01:16:55 PM
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