The Erynie and The Sound

The lyrical sound of the flute echoing through the forest.
Pan plays like the days were endless.
And Erinye notes in his entourage,
his lament.
Syrinx died.
And with her, your wish.
Prostrate at his feet,
her body stripped naked
her eyes are bright dull
by the night sky.
Powerfull flute, bring her back to life.
Or a new one to mine, because i’ll perish if you don’t.
Erinye approaches, prostrate herself and lays her head on the lap of the satyr.
Bewitched, she is.
Her pearls shed tears
Look, Pan, and see me in my entirety.
Here, I bear myself naked, not only physically but mentally.
I’m yours to possess.
And lay on the tearful forest land.
Pan approaches, and grabs Erynie by the jaw, fixed his gaze on her.
And the holy kiss begins.
Pan pronounced: Dress yourselves and go or dwell and meet death.
Erinye stays. And dies.
Pan keeps playing, as always, his flute, terrorizing those who dare to walk the black forest, caused by his loneliness and by the darkness of night.
His desire has faded and his breath too.
Not the death of man, but of the satyr.
And who’s left to hear him, except the eternal forest, always dancing to the sound of his music, for life and death?

Deliver me from death, bittersweet flute …

Reviews

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Wow! Your words sang in an ethereal beauty here. I couldn't help but be transported into a mystical world. I felt as if you had created an entired symphony of light, color and sound. A dance of desires and emotions that takes the reader to a place of wonderment and wisdom.

You're a gifted poet!
- Ash