Love by the sea shore - 3: The eternal longing

Hated by all creatures of land, sea and air for their cruelty in keeping the young lovers apart, the King of the Night and the Mighty Sea sat ions apart in conversation as the world fell deep in the lull of peaceful slumber.
The conversation ran long, they had waited a decade for this rare chance to talk in private, away from the eyes of the world, worried to let their secret slip.
Once the unnecessary banter was out of the way, they came to the reason of this rendezvous, the little ones and their young love.
Oh how they reminded the Moon and the Sea of their own tragic love, spread over a gazillion centuries, their own epic struggle, the continuous pull of the Moon, the harsh struggle of the Sea as she tried and failed over and over again to reach her beloved, just this once.
The little grain of sand was no older than one century, the wave maybe two and they had spent all that time loving each other and hating the crowned ones for their demise.
If only they knew, how the mortals had no say in the matters of love and fate, how if they did, would they not have united, once and for all, instead of keeping their emotions a well guarded secret, just so the world doesn't lose hope in the magic of love.

Love by the sea shore- 2: Longing on the other side

He swept over the barren sand, constant in his motions,
At the command of the Mighty Sea by day, answering to the King of the Night at night.

Each thrust, each push was nothing more than an Amen to the command thrust upon him,
And yet each time he wished he could break free,
Even if freedom came with a terrible price.
If only he pushes hard enough to reach her,
If only he could get to her this time,
Losing himself would be a small price to pay if it meant he could be a part of her forever.
Absorbed by his love for her, consumed in his longing, would it be ever so bad, if his end came in her embrace?

Unable to break the terrible curse set, he did what he could do best, he plotted and waited and plotted some more, until it was time for full moon's tide.

That one moment, that second of fulfillment, when he could caress her sweet body. Be hers truly hers, even if just for a moment.  
Committing to memory that shiver she felt, right before he left her, longing for more, always for more.

His sorrow unknown to her, she must think, surely she must, that he doesn't love her enough,
For surely if he did, he would not rush back so fast, leaving her with nothing but his frothy reminder, until next time.

Love by the sea shore - 1: Longing to belong

She waited calmly, even as she longed
For that one moment in that one night, when the full moon shined and shined ever so bright,
On her glittering, shimmering, shivering body.

At the command of the King of the Night, he came roaring, soaring, bright.
One moment each night, one night each month and twelve nights a year, when he was hers and she his own.

A moment's touch that left her moist and longing,
Leaving a bit of himself on her each time, like a kiss, a promise, for another moment, in another night.

The price she paid, was ever so great, for being the farthest grain of sand, so deeply in love with the frothy wave, in servitude of the Mighty Sea.

Frayed

Like a piece of fabric well-worn,
My soul seems frayed, threadbare.
Darned one time too many, patched up and sown, the seams distressed.
Its barely held together with a few steadfast threads,
Adamant at making it to the very end.
There was once a time, it was new and intact,
It hadn't seen winter or the harsh winds of the west, it was shiny, safe, secure, ready to save the day.
But now its lost, weary and weak, like a setting sun...
Ready to give up, knowing deep down that it couldn't,
For tomorrow is another day,
Another battle to be fought,
Not won nor lost...
Like a piece of fabric well-worn,
My soul seems frayed, threadbare.

Letters to My Inner Demons III

Dear Apprehensions and Misgivings,
                                                                It’s nice how you keep forgetting to stay away, annoyingly adorable almost. The first signs of trouble and there you are, making sure I question every breath I take. It would have been fun, watching you watch me destroy myself like this, but here I am, destroying myself like this so no it is not fun, it is not easy, it is hard. Very, very hard to overthink all the time. To ponder over things I am supposed to be sure of, day in and day out every second of every day. It is not okay, it is not right to invade someone’s privacy like that, to come and lodge yourself in a crack in someone’s brain just because you felt like it, you annoying little pair of parasites. Actually no, there is nothing little about you, you are huge, large and terrifying but I still have to stand up to you, I still have to find a way, because once upon a time I was sure of what I wanted and that has not changed. I still want the same things and I am going to get them, I am going to find a way to believe again. I can and I will and you two buggers would not be able to stop me. How’s that for a misgiving, huh? 
    Look I know you want to exist too and that I’m the perfect host but the thing is life is difficult as it is, it is downright excruciating. It’s hard enough to put one foot in front of another and then there is you. So you have to take a break, take a vacation, leave find someone else because I can’t have you any more, I hope you understand.

Sincerely,
Me

She way like a page from the devil's handbook...

 

 

She was like a page from a devil's handbook, all painted red and gold. Her hair dark as the starless sky, her eyes deeper than the ocean. Her step assured, her brow set, she glided over the land with the airs of an elven queen. No throne worthy of her, no treasure grand enough and yet she conquers all, no mortal could stand in her way. Tales of her fierce beauty were told in the seven kingdoms.
No matter where she trotted the world was at her feet, bowing to its uncrowned queen. Her glance stole hearts and her touch was like the spring, too wild and beautiful to be explained and yet everywhere she went, doom followed, like a bride's maid carrying her trail. Make no mistake, it was a doom unintentionally inflicted and yet it was gratefully accepted. For what would be better to have your heart stolen by the fearsome vision in red that glided over the lands, even if it meant eternal heartache.
She lived at the town edge, by the forest. It was misty, dark and deep but she feared it not. She wandered often on the trails forgotten, finding solace in the eerie silence. Often she treaded on the path that led to the cliff edge, wondering what it would be like to go all the way, to take that final step and be free from it all, the piercing stares, the unasked questions and the hubbub of the town. And so she walked one dark night, she walked to the edge, standing at the tip she stared up at the clear sky and then at the wild gleaming sea below. The ravens flew over her head, forming a dark halo, almost like a crown. With her hair flying, a wild gleam in her eye and a smile playing upon her lip, she took that extra step.  Her arms spread wide and her eyes closed with a peaceful look upon her face and her dress flailing around her like a lotus at bloom. She fell slowly and the world held its breath watching the enchanting sight. Not a leaf moved, the ravens suspended in mid flight, the sea in mid roar, the wind in mid howl. And then it came, the all mighty crash, lifting the enchantment that had held them all in place...

And all at once there was chaos all around.