He makes them all bow to Her, His Luna, His mate.
He pays for Her with golden bars equaling His warriors' weight.
She wishes aloud He had waited and not chosen a false moon.
He wishes the same, that His choices hadn't betrayed the Goddess's boon.
She swallows Her pain with a pungent brew and accepts Her fate.
From the heat of steaming stones and flesh's sweat,
Her Lineage clings like a second skin, staining and wet.
He fixes His gifts, bracelets of silver bells, about Her ankles and wrists,
Her movements become beautiful music as She submits.
The taste of the sea upon His skin and tides of desire make Her forget.
He gives Her more tea, stronger now, with thistle to drink,
As Her mind falls away from the world, muddled, She can't think .
Her body empties itself, leaving only terror blooming inside.
Voices whisper, spirits glide, Nature mocks Her, evil and snide.
"She's hallucinating," the healer's voice caws as her crow eyes blink.
Someone, not Him, is touching her bareness,
Naked and afraid she comes back to awareness.
The Singer of the Moon stains Her skin with lines of His victories,
She makes the old one draw the tree of their love so treasured in His memories.
Demanding on Her neck, the flower of His beloved's eyes, proof of His carelessness.
Her ribs curl inward to protect the withering organ within,
Her soul stained with misery, it is almost time to begin.
Painted with the marks of His life and her love, She refuses beads in Her hair,
The color of His eyes She will not bear. His mother touches her flower Her neck wears.
She gladly gulps more tea, struggling to walk as She goes to Him.
The sway of the sea and drug of the tea carries Her mind far away,
Leaving Her body for the Savage to ravage, upon white furs where She lays.
Shamed, taken before all like a common breeding whore,
That's all She will be to Him, Her duty to Their pack and nothing more.
The ceremony is over, Her dreams fade in the day,
With the scent of His seed and Her blood and soap to wash her stain away.
Silence is the price They pay.
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Impressions from Across the Sea and Sand : BESSA & ELSKA by Rachelle Mills
RandomScribbles humbly offered by Mama Magie @PenumbraMINE Impressions from Across the Sea : BESSA and Borson BESSA will always be capitalized as She, Her, Hers. Borson will always be capitalized as He, Him, His. together -They, Their. other will be pres...
