![]() ![]() It was true, since I could remember I heard things that others remained deaf too, felt at peace when the moon was there with me.īut there was one question on my lips why would I die if I had two parents who loved me? He grimaced ‘ for centuries the sun and the moon have been at war, we fought like comrades at first but that brotherly bond turned into hate. He continued ‘ after all who do you think you got your powers from, did you ever wonder how you held such special affinity to the moon?. ![]() The Moon God’s eyes seemed to change colour, glistening with unwanted tears ‘ you would have died if we stayed together, your very existence was special in itself’. I didn’t understand, what was stopping soulmates from being together? I never met my father but the more I heard the more I believed that the Moon God was the one who planted my origins on earth. He sighed and clenched my trinket ‘because she had to, we could never be together in this lifetime nor any other’. I carried on, ‘I think she was in love with you her whole life’ gauging his reaction. But why would she leave, she never stopped speaking about you’ I asked hesitantly. The scent of your mothers hair when she bathed in the moon river, the solitude of the moon uniting us as one, the grief I felt when she left me. Now that she is gone this necklace belongs to you, never let go for it holds a thousand memories caught in the imprint of time. He placed a trinket in my trembling fingers, something he called a ‘ moonlight necklace’ to revere the woman he called Moon Goddess- my mother. He was invisible to all but me and as he beckoned me with one ghostly finger I followed, aware that the other guests were too busy sniffling to notice. It was true, they were lovers and this jilted lover had come back to reclaim the woman who he had lost when she was still living. I looked up and there he was, piercing eyes and statuesque height, a god before men wiping away a silent tear. After my mother died I spotted a figure in the shallows of her grave as we buried her stone cold body and threw cold masses of mud into the burial pit there was a crackling of energy in the air. I used to wonder how my mother knew so much about a figure who I thought so clearly did not exist but I guess I was wrong. ![]() This was no cherubic figure of religious reverence but a man with character who made mistakes but tried his best by his people. He awoke at night and slumbered during the day, he was flawed and made sure you knew it. He was someone to fear but someone you could rely on when you needed protection. She used to take me here as a child and tell me stories about the Moon God, he was a war lord but a beautiful one at that. But still years later I come here, the path beyond the valley, the one place where I can feel the spirit of my mother beside me. My skin is mottled like wizened apples, my frame frail, my vision no longer as clear as it once was. We were once so young and now I feel the ravages of time like my mother did all those years ago when she died. The winter holds dark memories, it was when my mother passed that she entered the arms of the moon god and left us, me her moon child behind. I shiver as the winter wind nips me playfully, its a blessing and a curse. ![]() Silver moonlight bathes me in a strange glow, its almost ethereal. The moon dips in and out of my vision, a glistening crescent illuminated against the dark canvas that is night. ![]()
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