Impressions from Across the Sea and Sand : BESSA & ELSKA by Rachelle Mills

BESSA : Trade

Lines... so many lines being crossed;

Lines of loyalty and rebellion,

Lines of prejudice and faith,

Lines of war and territory,

Lines of love and lust,

Lines of retribution,

Lines of belief.

Laugh aloud, Bessa from across the sea.

Keep Your weapons close, sharp teeth and claws.

Those who sacrificed their flesh for tradition

Envy You.

Mothers who fell prey to dogma,

And left their own out for Nature,

Hate the strength of Your spine.

Consider carefully, Mother of a moon fleshed one,

The lover of crows needs a favor,

Betraying those whose plans are treachery.

The Mother weighs Her options,

Her daughter.

A life saved for a life to be lived easier,

A healing root exchanged for voices silenced.

The very air stills as a parcel changes hands.

Trade shrewdly, Luna of the Far North,

Your mate's enemy needs Your help.

Wrapped in white fur, the medicine of Your land

Against silver.

A mother was cut to save her pup,

Both abominations to the Moon,

But loved, above all, by their begging male.

Tread carefully, betrayed and broken Bessa,

The bone cage of Your withered organ

Would let another in.

Treasonous mates.

Loneliness could be remedied,

A kiss and more eventually forgiven,

But it would make him like HIM.

Snarl apostasy, Bessa from across the sea,

The resentment of Your Mate spilling out,

The lie of His love for her revealed,

His light.

She believed the Moon's promises of faithful mates,

Devotedly preparing Her whole life for Him.

"I hate 'her'... She's not my Moon anymore."