The Music of a Luna chimes with silver bells
Before a King and his brother, in the land where they dwell
Beautiful beasts by the Goddess's hands made,
She would gladly feast on whatever they gave.
The mourning of a Luna as She grieves their fate
Females are lower than cattle, only made for their mate.
Born to bred, to be taken from their home,
She wonders if they will be loved first,
Or if like Her, they will be left to thirst.
The shock of a Luna as She realizes what was done.
The golden male's laughter mocks the lesser males with his fun,
his scent on every female whose virtue has been lost.
he smiles at their misery, uncaring of the cost.
The Rage of the Luna quietly intoned,
Shouts for justice, for blood and stone.
Hypocrisy of their Alpha paraded before their faces
While their eyes looked other places.
The Shame of the Luna is known all around
Because another in Her mate's heart is found.
Confronted with an angry male,
his mate at Her feet begins to wail.
She counsels them on the truth of their strife,
Only one thing betrayed, on the rest, they can build a life.
they will still have love, and hope, and first moments to be shared,
All that was lost was the screwing, it was better than She fared.
"We have more left than the screwing?" He pleads.
Her silver words cut Him, His tainted soul bleeds.
The Laughter of the Luna is a harsh, mocking tone,
As Her heart dies a little more within its cage of bone.
Walking away from His lies, the silver chain behind Her pulled taut,
She hates Him for what He did to Them, wishing He had never sought...
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Every link along the chain pulled taut
The stain on Her flesh wearing thin
His heart aches with Her every thought;
Her eyes always seeing their love begin,
Over,
and over,
and over again.
Pillow-silenced sobs, an ocean of tears,
The betrayed mourning of Her soul laid bare,
Knowing He loved her for so many years;
their testament
He will forever wear,
Only one thing left for Them to share.
Their silenced moments of food and drink.
He regrets His love for her,
their celebrated memories in flesh and ink.
She revenges His love for her,
But in the darkness, blind, the battlelines blur.
Her ribs pull in to protect Her heart.
Her emotions swaying, ignoring His plea,
She chooses to get her head as Her art.
She has become someone She never thought She'd be,
Forgetting the innocent girl who once lived across the sea.
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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...
