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Making love to a m e m o r y
Posted on March 30, 2020 at 06:48:54 PM by Macabre




"If Love himself weep, shall not lovers weep,
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."

The last time Macabre saw Rowena, the two were standing between the charming and chiseled Midas. It was a strange culmination of important chapters of the petite mare's life, all wrapped up into one awkward exchange. Midas had been the first stallion Macabre ever followed on the Lost Islands, many years ago. And Rowena had become a lifelong and important member of her extended family. She'd known the mare since she was just a filly, young and naive, fumbling around the Ridge by her father's side. And then Rowena returned to the islands after her father's death, still slightly fumbling through her life, but at least this time it was on her own accord. At the time, Macabre knew Rowena wasn't going to stick by forever. She was lost and grieving. She needed find her own path. Rowena was there when Wasp was born, but not long into her daughter's life, she left to find whatever life had in store for her next.

It was difficult for the Codebreaker of the Peak to watch her go. The usual maternal instincts had kicked in, and Macabre worried endlessly over Rowena's health and safety out in the world. But here she stood, tall and proud, despite the chaos that ensued all around them. And after everything, she found Persephone and the Forest. Macabre couldn't have entrusted another more fitting than Persephone to welcome Rowena in.

For just a moment, a wave of emotion overcame Macabre as she stared at Rowena now, a lump hardened in the back of her throat and tears welled in her eyes. She smiled sweetly at the mare through the darkness, despite the tears, and breathed a heavy sigh. "I'm here with the Peak." She said, her voice shaking a bit. "To help Persephone."

A clap of hoof against flesh and the ensuing grunts and cries from a scuffle in the distance caused Macabre to advert her gaze. Her dark eyes peered through the trees and her chestnut-colored ears stood erect atop her head for a long moment. She snorted once before looking back to her friend. "Wow Rowena, it is really good to see you." She offered, nickering in a low and hushed tone. "Are you hurt?" She could seem some mostly superficial blemishes on her hide, but it would be unlike her not to ask.




"Hear then how Love paid homeage to this lady;
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."

Macabre | 12 | Mare | Mustang X Morgan | 14.2 HH | flaxen chestnut | © Vinyl




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