a story of love and loss |
Time runs fluid in these hills, eons passing in a rush hours drifting slow and chill— this is a land the gods have touched. They wrenched it up and threw it down and broke the mountain in their wake, that’s why, here in its shadow, now, we live beneath a sacred lake— which holds the truth. Shadow was a warrior, bold, who earned much honor from his foes, he loved a maiden, so it’s told more lovely than a Mountain Rose— they dwelt in peace for twenty moons and Mountain Rose was great with child til that ill fated winter noon when their peace broke with weather, wild— a thunder snow. The lightning raged, the thunder cracked, the snow blew thick and blinding white, the wind found every single crack and slipped into their house that night. The storm blew long, a constant shriek— the mountain cried, the valley froze and none could save them, young and weak, Shadow buried Mountain Rose— with her new son. When He Who Lives Below was slain his passageway must needs be shut, so Him Above sent holy rain and filled the mountain cauldron up. The water’s strength holds most things back but sometimes demons push into the lake—so monsters may attack and few indeed seek waters, blue— too much to lose. But Shadow felt he’d lost his life, without his love, he was distressed and swore he would avenge his wife. He would complete a vision quest. Up the mountain, through the snow, to rim, where he looked to the sun, and asked for help for those below, then down the cliff face at a run— into the lake. Shadow never came back down, but since that day, upon the lake, a hawthorn tree drifts all around, no wind can tip, no wave can break. Its stump bleached white and dry and cracked, below the waves, green, flowing moss but while it drifts, it holds storms back, no man will equal Shadow’s loss— while he’s on guard. line count: 54 Author's Note: Research Post ▼ Prompt for: Jan 9 AND Jan 10, 2016 ▼ |