EmbersA Story by Sorcha~unable To Stay On Long Lately, Sorry!!!!
Short story that's been floating around my mind for a little while now.
The night was blacker than most. It was dark. Dank. Musty. Echoes of cries reached my ears but I could not hear them. I could only watch transfixedly.
Her pyre stood in the the center of the inlet. The tide was out, the ocean was quiet. No breeze stirred the fire fly embers as they reached ever higher, disappearing into the sky. The stars watched over us, no moon shone it's pity. We were alone, her and I. I could not touch her, nor hold her. I could not smell the roses adorning her neck as they were consumed by flame. As she was consumed.
I could not cry. I could not speak. I could only watch her burn away. Her skin so pale, her eyes closed forever. Her hair as if spun of gold being eaten away. Her body, uncovered, revealed to me in all its beauty. A beauty not meant for this world. Not meant for me.
She had been my angel, my beacon of light when all else shone darkest. She took me from death, and brought me into life that I had not deserved. She gave me her life. I took her life, stole it. Because I had loved her. I held her, embraced her. I entwined our bodies and made her mine. For that she suffered. She became hated, and it ate her.
My love killed her. But I cannot repent, nor regret. I cannot apologize for my love. Nor for hers. I could not weep my lost beloved. I could not weep as I watched her burn, her ashes falling around me in the night.
Her embers, her ashes.
The night was blacker than most, darker than most. Night accepted us, and wept in my place.
© 2009 Sorcha~unable To Stay On Long Lately, Sorry!!!!
Added on December 3, 2009
Sorcha~unable To Stay On Long Lately, Sorry!!!!
AboutI have always enjoyed writing, though I personally don't believe my own works to be any good. In my spare time, I write poetry and stories and such, just writing basically whatever comes to mind. But .. more..