The wind struck across the landscape. With poisoned claws, it raked over the horizon. Starvation of a beast consumed the warmth and comfort of the world around it. The trees lay bare. They rooted within the ground as dormant, anorexic creatures. Never could they pull away. They could not leave their shackles, only cling to what little hope they had of finding food. But hope was a fleeting gift. Not the richest of Kings nor the wealthiest of robbers could afford such an expensive treasure.
The branches of the trees bent and swayed with a cry. Howls raped their appendages, robbing them of any further comfort. Spared not of the harshest conditions, they allowed winter's breath to take them. A skeleton of what and who they were would have no flesh to cover it upon this hour. It lay barren and naked. Stripped of clothing by the falling of its leaves, it sank towards the center of the Earth, weeping in its silent suicide.
Envious as the morning, the evening would soon overtake. Ravishing the sky with the seductive blanket, the stars carefully blotched against the navy blue carpet. Coating the atmosphere, the last of the sun was swallowed behind the horizon's face. Moon and sun... Many people found them opposites but they are naught. They are twins, born of the same sire and birthed from the same b*tch. Bred for what not one person shall ever know. Was it to keep the sky claimed? Did such parents covet the stars and thus create both orbs to destroy their beauty?
One must dwell into the human consciousness to figure out such feud between sun and moon. As twins perform within their mother's womb, the two will fight for the sky. Lulled only by the dawn's mantle and the twilight's coverlet, the quarrelling spheres would mold into one another. The moon still visible as the sun peaked, and the lunar globe lurking as the solar circle slept.
Yet, one must lose and one must succeed. The stellar night basked across the sky. Artemis, lovely and fragile in her ever-lasting virginity, looked upon the world. Never deflowered or deprived of maidenhead, nevertheless having children... Such could only be performed by the Goddess.
Thrust upon the ivory-coated scope, a shadow claimed the land. Robbing the purity of the snow with imprints of its presence, it was labeled bandit to the stars. As a ballet dancer the grace presented itself with pride and liquidified motion. The very sea could not mimic such elegance, yet matched the ferocity. A killer came in beauty. Many people may see it as evil. But then... immortality came in an abudancy of splendor. The oceanic surface claimed many lives in her arms. Forever selfish, and claiming the flesh and bones to herself. For she knew, never would she have such things.
A light accompanied the moon’s glow; molding the solo into a duet of sight. Twin lanterns, one natural the other of the contrary, blazed within evening’s blanket, her bosom, matching the earths in beauty and lust. For as long as time had galloped through the space man has tried to tame the earth and the sky. Both seemed to slip from his grip and lash at him with such blows that it devastated their being. No one could tame the earth’s radiance, nor the sky’s flight. Many men had died trying, and others had wished for death to fall upon them.
The silhouette headed towards the copyrighted light of the lantern. The windows spilled fuller glow against the ground around it. As the embrace of the luminosity coiled along the frame, it revealed the strong, upright figure of a man. He hadn’t tried to tame the sky or the earth, for he had already claimed the night as his lover. Nothing would steal the maiden from him, not even the envious seduction of the sun. Twins as they may be, they were a pair of violent incest.
Opening the door to the tavern, he strode inside. His attire was royal, making him appear to be a queer sight amongst the drunken men and the flirtatious women. He had the look of a proud prince, though he was quite the different. This man was nothing of the sort. He knew only how to dress properly and wore the fact as if grace had kissed his lush lips. And indeed she had… His beautiful azure orbs scanned the cell of the tavern. Nothing of interest. As he walked through the innards of the shelter his long cornflower-blond hair settled neatly upon his shoulder, braided into an elegant style and worn with satisfaction. His intentions of this place were simple. He wanted only a nice warm meal and a good night’s rest before he left from this wretched place and continued on his journey.
A chair provided him lift from his feet. Sitting with his crimsoned velveteen cape draped along his side and curling round his thigh like a serpent, he awaited with calm patience for someone to come and wait on him. All the while his eyes never seemed to leave from the tabletop, a timid motion as they latched upon the surface as if frightened to make eye contact. His mind, meanwhile, drifted through the night as if the wind had taken it from him.
Forlorn as it was, he did little to call it back with the melodic chorus of his angelic vocals…
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