A Prince in Love
Light pines for darkness,
as does darkness crave for light.
So was the fate of the prince of sun,
tied to the daughter of eternal night.
The ball of fire lay exiled; for it held his favour no more. Now the sight of his favourite plaything only evoked pain. It reminisced him of those singed palms and her bewildered face before the dark underworld had reclaimed her. Playfulness that once filled the heart of the charming prince of sun gave way to a pining that tormented his heart with the sweet ache of unfulfilled desires. Soaked in the beauty of that enchanted form, his soul remained mesmerized with her purple presence in twilight of the forest cavern.
The diamond swords flashing from her bewitching eyes stunned the prince even when his sleeping eyes chanced upon her dreams. Her glance had spoken a million words with the unseen gashes it left upon his helpless heart. Now, his heart bled to be a part of her tale; a confidant to the deepest secrets of her soul. His restless spirit had but one consolation; for in that singular moment of fate, her heart held out to him the same promise that bound his soul in a deep pledge to her’s. The overwhelming emotions that her stern eyes tried to conceal in vain lay betrayed by the halted breath and the restlessness buried in her pounding breast.
His heart felt not the thrill that used to rush in his blood as he stood alongside his father, racing across the skies in the brilliant chariot of the sun. He wished that the seven white stallions of the sun tearing through the dazzling morning sky would linger a wee bit, for him to probe the earth in search of her that left him so unfulfilled. Though the cold underworld relented not to the warmth of the heart, but his love kept a faint hope alive.
Darkness was not his, yet it gave him a sense of closeness to her as the nocturnal wrap descended upon the earth at dusk. The unease that he felt in the gloomy freeze now became her soothing touch for his disquieted soul. His wry heart envied the moon; perhaps its audacious light bathed her, touched the satin of her skin every night and struck the colours of rainbow, reflecting from on her naked body.
The rogue south wind that blew across the southern ocean irked him, for it had perhaps blown through her fragrant hair, stealing the aroma of those luxurious tresses. The ground she walked would have lustily embraced the beautiful shadow that trailed after her comely figure in the knave moonlight. Why, why, why then, he despaired, that she was so taken from him?
His stirring desires trailed after her ever since…
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