Jaa Journal,
Here's some food for thought... I actually wrote a short story... I do this alot just not in the open because I have anger management problems and I can't deal with criticism... But here it goes...
Against All Odds
I would have thought that it would have been raining. But the sun shone brightly outside and was kind enough not to beat upon us. We had shamed the whole universe with our game. And I had a feeling Mother Nature would have reprimanded us, stormed angrily at us in all of her glory. But no, for once she was oddly quiet. Contemplating what we thought we were going to do.
Not one bird did sing a sweet melody for you or me. Nor did any other sounds accompany us to our meeting place. There was complete silence. The heavy kind that sat upon us as the world did atop of Atlas’s shoulders, a silence that was only broken by the swishing of cloth and the beating of tired feet.
No words were needed, they were coming. We were star crossed from the start, lovers straight out of a Shakespearian play. The heavens have been against us and yet today, it seems the world has found peace in our last moments. You’d whisper jokingly into my ear of this. I never did find it highly amusing. But, if it is for you, it is for me. So it shall be done.
You knew the consequences of being with me, of being found out. But, you stayed of your own accord. And I didn’t stop you. Maybe my foolish desires have led us down this path. But who am I to tell of what the Fates have conjured. What do we know of their woven strings and sharp shears that snap at the threads of our lives mercilessly?
There is not much time, even less left to hesitate with. If we don’t do this now, I won’t be with you. They’ll lynch you and burn your remains. I’ll be forced to live, to marry, to bear heirs and eventually to die. But, it will not be with you. Not if we don’t do this now. And I want to leave with you for what is a life with out you.
A million winters without the memory of spring, barren and cold the life I will live. Do not wish this upon me love. Walk brusquely and read my eyes. We haven’t the time for nonchalant speech. The hooves are beating against the worn path. Hunting dogs have captured our scents. They will follow us throughout this world, but not to the Gates of Hell.
Come lover, one final kiss before we meet at the River Styx. This is not the time to be tender. I know not if horseplay is allowed after this life. So kiss me so hard that it leaves my lips bruised. And take me quickly with every ounce of passion left within your bones. Time has never been a friend and even the darkest shadows will no longer give us refuge.
They tear at the door but they are not welcomed here. Scream for your death and my life. We shall only give them half of what they desire. Press my body against yours so I may feel its warmth as our lives fade away. Let our blood run together and make us one again. Entwine our fingers sweet, so when I am gone I will not float away from you.
Let this be our final good bye, as they break down the walls to find us far gone. And allow this to be our first greeting, when I meet you there on the other side.
Hum... Changing it around ever so often,
Rayne
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