Wait!

Wait!

Every tick of the clock is an eternity,

In that eternity are many lifetimes.

And in every lifetime are countless moments,

That is what they feel without each other.

That is the extent if their love.

She has been faithful to him,

Waiting these eternities.

A line of suitors is a begging, 

Yet her love for him abides. 

His hands and feet are tied,

His mouth bound by his predicaments.

"Wait," he begs her.

"For the tides are still high."

She turns away, thinking he lies again.

For all he has given her are his words.

Words that she cannot build upon.

Yet these words are all he has.

They are pieces of his soul,

The soul that longs to be with her.

He struggles and battles his circumstances,

Hoping she will wait,

For true love knows no bounds,

Of time, of faithfulness. 

He Lives To Hear The Winds...

He Lives To Hear The Winds...

The winds howl from between the trees. The leaves play a drumroll before slapping his face. He sits alone on a desolate island. Lost to the world. Lost to his love, his Queen, the Queen of the world. Cleopatra would shy away from her beauty. 

She has travelled to a far land. A land that flows with milk and honey. She sits on her majestic throne, surrounded by her loyal subjects. There is an abundance of food and wine, of laughter and happiness. Yet her heart is weary, for it beats for a man not of her stature. A man who loves her passionately, yet cannot be with her. It is a test of his love she tells herself. And though she commands the world and it's gods, they do not bring tidings of him to her. The gods are enraged at him for not loving the Queen like he should, like the Queen deserves to be.

The island he is stranded at is at the edge of the world where all is in chaos. Many a times has he tried to escape it, but the tides throw him back onto it's beach. He even built a raft, but the god of lightning struck it, burning it to ashes.

He is clothed in the skins of the animals which tried to kill him. Creatures that he had never seen before. He fights a new monster every day with his bare hands. There was one with eyes all over, with many hands and horns. He killed it, plucking out its eyes one by one. In that battle, the creature wrapped it's poisonous tongues around his hands and feet, leaving them green and blue. The poison is creeping all over and soon it will be the end of him.

He now limps around the island, eating the leaves and berries if they allow him to. For they are controlled by the gods. These gods do not kill him, nor do they let him off the island. Death, they say, will be a relief for him.

It either rains hail on the island, battering and bruising his body, or the sun scorches down, making smoke rise from his skin.

They gods do wonder though, why he doesn't end his life. Every day he attempts to flee the island and fails. His health and strength deteriorates with each step, every battle. Yet he is unnerved.

What the gods do not realise in their anger, is his love for the Queen. He lives for the winds to bring her tidings, a word to strengthen him, to tell him of her love. But the winds only bring her tempestuous words, which tell him of how fatigued and spent she is of waiting, of what she thinks are his lies.

He hears the winds, for atleast they bring her voice to him, though furious and displeased it may be. The sole purpose of his existence, of him battling the gods, the elements and monsters is, to hear her voice. He lives to hear the winds...