An unknown pain
Pierced by the sword of destiny,
the princess suffered a deep pain.
For now, those tender moments were past,
they would never return again.
Reeling under a crushing distress, I retired to my gloomy castle; mute. The delirious fervor that had thrilled my soul turned frigid as the malignant words of the witch rang in the stillness of my solitary chamber. Hot venom poured into my wretched ears as her ominous words echoed in my mind like the tolling knell of doom.
His love, his proximity and all those precious moments of ecstasy were now thoughts I shuddered to think. All my dreams blurred into a hazed nothingness as a black pall of gloom descended over my weary eyes. The diamonds in my eyes turned to coal for sleep had long abandoned me. I lay on my bed of topaz, longing to soak in all its soothing and fear-conquering energies but the dazzling golden stone glared back with an impassive silent gaze that brought my troubled heart no solace. A morbid chill choked the warmth of the playful wind that had so often whispered his discreet messages to me; now it swept past me like a stranger, peering at me with baneful green eyes, weeping an eerie song in a cold shrill strain.
My listless demeanour sent the alarmed eunuchs scurrying to swathe me in more and more luxury. Moonstone goblets filled with the nectars of passion flower, chamomile and valerian were administered for soothing my tormented spirit, while hops, lavender and clove pillows hung around my bed to bring me calm and peaceful sleep. The royal garbs lay abandoned so that my soul resided freely in my unclad body, without the encumbering restraint of the regal raiments. Peeled garlic cloves were placed on the doorways and around the chambers for protection from illness and to from evil influences. The chambers would be washed with an infusion of archangel roots to rid any evil spirit lurking in my proximity.
A matronly eunuch massaged me with a silken blend of beeswax, various oils, frankincense and sandalwood; he hummed a queer lullaby that descended me into a strange tranced slumber. I would then be placed in my turquoise bath to soak in the goodness of fresh milk, rejuvenating herbs and petals of flowers, while the enormous pearl hung from the ceiling striking a beautiful rainbow around the open patio.
Pampered though my body was in the lavish opulence of all the royal luxuries; yet my lonely soul swam in the melancholy waters of an unknown agony, untouched by the soothing potency of the comforting devises, ravaged by the relentless storms of passion and dread that alternately swelled and ravaged my heart.
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