And She whispered to Him.........
He sat on the parapet on his porch; watching the waves wash up the shore like he has always been, ever since the waves existed. He is a King and he has his legions to do his bidding: legions of minions who are not aware of their King. He is the King who guards the Time. He is a forgotten King. Nobody hails to the King Aeon. And now he is a King nobody knows of. There is a disc beside him rolling and singing Ani DiFranco's music in his ears.
He is a King who guards the Time. What he guards, he guards dearly for he created them. He is the youngest among the Kings and he is the oldest. He is capable of moulding time. He is a generous King who gave eternal time to a young mortal who contemplated suicide, another mortal couple that sat in each other's company and to many more when they had to make important decisions. He is taunting when it comes to making quick decisions and gives no time at all. He has no particular endearment to any moment. But today ... today is the day that is dear to him.
He is the King who gaurds the spoken Word. What he gaurds, he gaurds dearly for he created them. The world was a silent place before him. The higher creatures talked through eyes and thoughts and the lower ones simply did not talk. He is the creator of the word and he is the first one to write down his Mother's thoughts for him. Yet, he did not have a word to describe himself. He did not hear a word today. How he wished he heard it!
He had fostered many spirits in his time.. rosy and whiny and all other kinds. He could summon them at the click of his fingers. But he found none today and he would not summon them.
He sat on the parapet of his porch watching the waves crash on to the walls. He had never felt a thing. The waves always have crashed and he always has watched. But today there was a feeling. Something troubling him. Something that he could not understand. He was a brave and fearless King for he understood everything and understanding gave him strength. But now, for the first time he felt fear. A foe that he could not fathom. But the fear did not last longer than a moment for the nemesis was already tearing him apart. The feeling. A pang in his heart.
And then he felt he heard it. A whisper. The word that he has been wanting to hear from his dearest. But it was just a feeling...
There was no word. It was an empty night and the only words came from Ani DiFranco's lyrics.
He caught sight of a falling star. He closed his eyes. He whispered, "..rts...it hurts.." and then he shrieked his heart out, "IT HURTS RAVEN. IT HURTS". He fell back, slipping from the top of the high wall, "take me home".
"Not yet, my baby", came the awaited whisper, "not yet". The young King floated for a moment in the air and then was gliding through air, in Raven's arms, tears slipping off the brink of his eyes on to Raven's arms.
"I'm growing old, mama. I'm scared I will lose you in..."
"Happy Birthday, Jade!", showing black pearls of the King's tears in her palm, "I will always be beside you for as long as you need to be here"
--
Raven.
P.S. : Its true people lose touch of the child within when they grow old. But that ain't gonna happen to you Jade, because I am not your child.. I am your mother. So cheer up. And happy birthday! :)
He sat on the parapet on his porch; watching the waves wash up the shore like he has always been, ever since the waves existed. He is a King and he has his legions to do his bidding: legions of minions who are not aware of their King. He is the King who guards the Time. He is a forgotten King. Nobody hails to the King Aeon. And now he is a King nobody knows of. There is a disc beside him rolling and singing Ani DiFranco's music in his ears.
He is a King who guards the Time. What he guards, he guards dearly for he created them. He is the youngest among the Kings and he is the oldest. He is capable of moulding time. He is a generous King who gave eternal time to a young mortal who contemplated suicide, another mortal couple that sat in each other's company and to many more when they had to make important decisions. He is taunting when it comes to making quick decisions and gives no time at all. He has no particular endearment to any moment. But today ... today is the day that is dear to him.
He is the King who gaurds the spoken Word. What he gaurds, he gaurds dearly for he created them. The world was a silent place before him. The higher creatures talked through eyes and thoughts and the lower ones simply did not talk. He is the creator of the word and he is the first one to write down his Mother's thoughts for him. Yet, he did not have a word to describe himself. He did not hear a word today. How he wished he heard it!
He had fostered many spirits in his time.. rosy and whiny and all other kinds. He could summon them at the click of his fingers. But he found none today and he would not summon them.
He sat on the parapet of his porch watching the waves crash on to the walls. He had never felt a thing. The waves always have crashed and he always has watched. But today there was a feeling. Something troubling him. Something that he could not understand. He was a brave and fearless King for he understood everything and understanding gave him strength. But now, for the first time he felt fear. A foe that he could not fathom. But the fear did not last longer than a moment for the nemesis was already tearing him apart. The feeling. A pang in his heart.
And then he felt he heard it. A whisper. The word that he has been wanting to hear from his dearest. But it was just a feeling...
There was no word. It was an empty night and the only words came from Ani DiFranco's lyrics.
He caught sight of a falling star. He closed his eyes. He whispered, "..rts...it hurts.." and then he shrieked his heart out, "IT HURTS RAVEN. IT HURTS". He fell back, slipping from the top of the high wall, "take me home".
"Not yet, my baby", came the awaited whisper, "not yet". The young King floated for a moment in the air and then was gliding through air, in Raven's arms, tears slipping off the brink of his eyes on to Raven's arms.
"I'm growing old, mama. I'm scared I will lose you in..."
"Happy Birthday, Jade!", showing black pearls of the King's tears in her palm, "I will always be beside you for as long as you need to be here"
--
Raven.
P.S. : Its true people lose touch of the child within when they grow old. But that ain't gonna happen to you Jade, because I am not your child.. I am your mother. So cheer up. And happy birthday! :)
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