The Blazing Trail
Renouncing the throne of fair dawn,
leaving the mirthful realm of light;
the prince came seeking his love,
entering the eternal night.
The moon had waned into a pallid dim as though it had lost the reason wherefore it shone every night in that silvery grandeur. No longer did it stir envy, but its bleak light only alarmed his anxious heart. Unfeeling blasts of the southerly ocean chill left the smoothness of his radiant skin bruised; the stolen fragrance of her hair lost from its careless grip somewhere on the way from the dark netherworld. Were these not ominous portents? The thought of peril that might have befallen her precious soul stabbed a million daggers in his heart. Choked remained his breath that had once raced ahead of time at the mere thought of her rousing proximity.
No more the desirous dreams of a love-struck adolescent, the grave ill bodings called for the manly concern that distinguished the noble from the meek. Now was his hour of honour; a moment of harsh realization that moulded an enduring figure of a gallant resolute from the pliant clay of gentle adolescence.
His was the glorious legacy of the throne of dawn, the magnificence of the wondrous realm of light and cheer was his. Vested in the invincible golden armour of sun, standing at head of the brilliant chariot of light, his hands were to hold the reins of the seven white steeds. But all the regalia and mirth of his kingdom offered little to hold him back as overwhelming emotions of wistful desire tugged at his heart ever so strongly.
Striding restlessly in his royal chamber, he spent every moment drowned in her thoughts. His robust chest brimmed over with tenderness as his lovelorn heart called out to her in silence of the sleepless night. A quaint alarm wrenched his soul as did the pining stir it to an insufferable agony. His handsome chiseled features grew pensive at the sight of the fire ball that was once his favourite plaything; it had remained relegated to a forgotten niche of his chamber ever since it singed her palms. Striding up to it indignantly, for what it suffered her, he seized it out of the niche. A drop of tear that had remained arrested behind the gentle lids, welled to the rims of his tender brown eyes as he held the fiery object in his hands, trembling with the violence of a long suppressed passion.
A renewed energy seemed to sizzle in the fiery ball as the brine of his tear fell into its flaming core. It flew out of his hand and rested at the threshold of his chamber, as though beckoning the prince to resume his unfinished play. Harrowed by his own thoughts, the prince took no notice of the pranks of his plaything. He collapsed to the ground kneeling, his face clasped in the palms of his hands in utter despair.
A tingly heat shook him out of his distraught outburst as he opened his eyes, dazzled by the fire ball, spiralling around him in frenzied orbits. The frenetic energy and quaint conduct of the article was not quite the plaything he had known. The prince stood intrigued by the eccentric manner of the crazed object.
And abruptly did the ball cease its wild conduct and dropped to the ground as though drained out of all its vigor, but in the very next instant, the article flew out of sight leaving a blazing trail of fire behind it. Dazzled by the unexpected occurrence, the prince stood baffled for a moment, but it was hardly an occurrence that could be ignored.
Seizing the fiercest steed from his father’s stables, he shot into the night following the flaming path. The long golden manes of the galloping beast thrashed the air relentlessly as the prince rode the unsaddled white steed in pursuit of the fiery article. His dashing silhouette appeared to be the shadow of the divine bearer of fire as flailing ends of his white robe burst into flames while they fluttered furiously in the air. The white figures of the valiant prince and his tireless stallion, racing along the trail of fire, painted a picture of awesome brilliance against the dark star studded sky.
Following the mysterious blaze in a frenzied thrill, the prince took no notice of the conflagration they left behind. The wild lolling tongues of the hungry flames charred and devoured everything in their proximity like the numerous heads of a great insatiable beast.
Riding thus for long, they stood at the yawning mouth of the enormous cave that led to the gate of the dark underworld. The flaming trail stretched into the open jaws of the giant megalith and vanished into the deep hollow of the rocky cavity. There was no ground to enter the cave for the wide waters of the Silver River flowed calmly over the earth that led into the murky darkness. The white steed of the sun reared and neighed in alarm, but the prince remained resolute, for he knew in his heart that the fiery trail would but lead to his beloved.
Flying splashes of sparkling water amidst dancing hues of the flames, created a wondrous spectacle over the dark river as the fuming steed galloped along the watery hollow. An uncanny stillness seemed to have gripped the grim environment, as they entered the gates of the dreaded kingdom of eternal night. Masses of dense gloomy vapours gathered upon the dour stretch of firmament as though conniving a deep conspiracy against the unwelcome intruder. Deafening claps of thunder roared in great displeasure, impatient and indignant over the bold trespass. A blast of sprightly east wind that had followed the prince into the unfamiliar domain, perished at the frigid hostility of the steady southerly gale that blew in from the far end of the nocturnal kingdom. A violent storm brewed, swirling over troubled waters of the distant southern ocean.
Undeterred by the intimidating elements, the prince and his stallion sped along the blazing path, deep into the realm of eternal darkness.
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